Charlie always had to do everything his way.

~HOT~
~CROSSINGS~

THE START

By: Rebecca Anne Stewart.

With special thanks to Christy Lake & Misty Dawn



Becky had several paper shopping bags open on the bed. Between crying bouts, she'd been sorting and loading Charlie's clothing into the bags. Her stuff, what little she was taking with her, had already been packed except for what she would wear tomorrow morning. The bags on the left would go to either recycle or garbage. Just next to them, actually several bags, would go to the church for the next charity sale or be sent to the Salvation Army Store or the Community Family Centre. The next two bags would probably need to be repacked into a box or suitcase. One had some walking shoes, a couple of comfortable sweatshirts, and a few tee shirts. The second had some slacks, a couple of dress shirts, an old favourite sweater, and a tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows. These she could wear after she moved to Vancouver, so she could be near the Hospital for the treatments. The last bags contained a few masculine knick-knacks that she would offer to her brother or nephews.

News from the hospital had been mixed. The cancer which had been in remission had changed and was now spreading rapidly. The oncologist said that this type, based on the C T Scan and the blood work, was very responsive to complete eradication with Standard Chemo and Radiation Treatments. He would be more certain when the detailed biopsy results were in next week. Nonetheless, he wanted her in treatment tomorrow afternoon.

Taking the ferry from her comfortable home to the hospital and back was out of the question. She had been through Chemo before. Though ungodly expensive, she had found a large studio apartment "over there". If she was feeling good, it was within walking distance of the hospital. If she was not feeling good, well, the bus ran on a cross street only a block and a half away.

Why had it taken almost forty years for Charlie to get his act together in this world? He'd known, and his mother had known, when he was very young, that he was really a girl pretending to be a boy. Pain and anger run thru her head just then as she suddenly remembered disturbing times during her formative years.

While Rebecca finished packing up the remainders of Charlie's life, she spied an old key chain that had been around for many years. Carefully fingering the fob, as if it possessed some magical power, she smiled remembering from where the token had come. It had been Charlie's first time. Sitting down, a smile coming to her face, she remembered that wondrous, rainy afternoon so very long ago.

It was during the fall...tender Charlie's twelfth year...that he had been invited up to the bedroom of one of his friends. Nancy, yes that was her name, she and Charlie had played a host of childhood games, including house, and doctor, for many years, and she had certainly known how easy it was to persuade Charlie to dress, even in the frilliest of little girl fashions.

Using the pretext, "Charlie, your clothes are soaked from the rain," she had gotten him to remove them and had then advised him she would find something dry for him to wear. The lad had rather reluctantly stripped out of his clothes and been given a pair of soft white cotton panties to replace his damp briefs. Giggling away his expected, but rather weak protests, Nancy had quickly positioned a beginner's bra over her nervous boyfriend's small, flat chest. And then she had quickly reassured him that he was going to be perfect. A white gym sock, folded over and pressed into an almost flat cone had filled and formed the small double "A" cups perfectly.

After the bra had been placed, some serious, very girlish, giggling ensued, a lot of it from Charlie as well, but there had been no further protest. Handing him a white cotton bird's eye lace trimmed slip, Nancy then quickly picked up the drenched boy-garments. And as she'd lifted Charlie's pants, his house key had fallen on the bedroom floor. She had scooped up the key, and held it up in front of the boys face and asked, "Do you ever lose this thing...? There is no chain or anything attached to it. How do you ever hold on to it?"

"I lose them all the time, that's why it's only just the one key. That way, when I loose it, all I've lost is one key," Charlie explained.

With an "a light bulb flashing overhead expression" Nancy suddenly remembered the key chain that she had gotten from one of her cousins on her birthday last year. Dropping the wet clothes she had gone quickly to her jewellery box, and begun rummaging thru it for the item she had in mind. She had never used it. Nancy found the simple gold coloured maple leaf attached to a short chain and presented it to the forgetful boy.

"Here, just knowing how forgetful you can be." She giggled and attached the key to the Maple Leaf fob. "Now, maybe you won't be losing your house key anymore."

Charlie thanked her for the gift with a quick peck to her cheek, and once again scooping up her bundle, with the feel of the kiss still warm on her cheek, she rushed down to the basement and hung his clothes up to dry in the furnace room. "So it would seem that he is interested in me after all." Nancy quickly deduced.

When she returned and discovered the half-dressed lad was admiring the sight of the "lassie" reflected by her mirror, she had nodded and grinned wickedly, as if making up her mind to do something she had not long been considering. Quickly sitting Charlie down at her vanity, she'd proceeded to performing a miracle with her meagre supply of cosmetics, powder, and paint, ending up doing his lips with lip rouge she had used only once. And then, for the first time wishing she was not quite so the tomboy and owned a complete makeup kit, Nancy carefully dabbed a tiny bit of the lip rouge on each of her boyfriend's delicately-formed cheeks and rubbing it in, created a girlfriend with high cheekbones and a pretty blush.

Charlie had sat a moment and stared at the sight in the mirror, and memories of his early years, of playing "dress up" with his mother in her bedroom had flooded his mind. Nancy had broken the trance by telling him to stand up and put his arms over his head, which he'd done without hesitation. The slight, flowery scent of the dress as it slid past his nose was intoxicating, and Charlie, being very much the young adolescent, had mutely displayed his sensual pleasure in that most distinctive-of-the-male manner.

Of course, his soon-to-be lover had noticed the interesting tent-bulge in the front of Charlie's panties and began sneak furtive caresses of it, while pretending to adjust the front of the dress. This had greatly added to Charlie's delightful distress. Somewhere between the straightening of the hem and crinolines that came affixed inside the waist of the positively feminine dress, their lips had met for that so-nervous first time kiss.

Nancy, a whole year older than Charlie, and "just a bit" more experienced in these matters, had quickly become the aggressor and had then directed him to her bed, where she had backed him into the edge of the mattress and pushed gently. With a surprised, but feminine little laugh, Charlie had fallen flat on his back. The delectable temptress had continued her delightful attack and soon, accompanied by playful tussling, wiggling and tickling, had his delectable boy parts fully exposed. In very short order the young rogue had been introduced to, and was thoroughly experiencing the joy of a female's more intimate kiss. Being a whole twelve years old he had reached his peak very early in the game.

Not to be outdone by her youthful gallant, Nancy had quickly changed positions and was very shortly instructing him on how a woman wishes a man to begin making love to her. Telling him in a throaty voice to be slow and gentle, she'd directed his avid kisses to her breasts and stomach. She showed him how to excite and stimulate a girl with a mere caress by placing her hand over the back of his and then delightfully directing the eager appendage to the various, most-sensitive, parts of her own budding body.

Charlie, youthful rogue that he was, had quickly recovered from his first-ever orgasm, and had proved to her that he was ready for more. As eager as he, she had then very deliberately, knowingly directed his erection to her special place. Again she had instructed her lad-in-lass' clothing in the correct procedure for giving a woman the ultimate pleasure, and being a very good student, the young degenerate, had soon proven to his youthful teacher he was quite capable of excelling in all his lessons.

Their teenage passion had soon regained its hold on them, and then, once again, for both of them, the whole earth moved. Long glorious moments later, as they had lain together resuming their normal breathing patterns, there was suddenly heard coming from outside the unmistakable sound of tires on wet gravel. This could only mean one thing...

"OH! MY GOD... MY PARENTS! THEY'RE HOME!"

A mad dash to clean up the mess had begun. Nancy had tossed Charlie her father's robe had told him, "Just remove all the girl's clothes!" and then, "Here, put this on!", and finally, "Don't forget to wipe off the rest of that make up," as she'd hurried downstairs and had quietly explain to her parents why there was a boy upstairs in her bedroom. The redeeming portion of this truth-within-lie had been the fact that Charlie's clothes had been hung up in the furnace room to dry.

Charlie had still gotten a withering "Death by Firing Squad" look from Nancy's mother as he'd waltzed past her clothed only in the purloined housecoat.

Still smiling, Rebecca looked fondly at the key chain, and decided that the treasure was just too precious to dispose of and slipped it into her handbag.

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~THE FERRY~

Hot Crossings Part: # 2

By: Rebecca Anne Stewart

Four a.m. came too early as far as Becky was concerned. Slowly the realization that she had to get up at this ungodly hour sank in and spurred her sleepy little brain.

"Oh my god!" Throwing off the covers she snorted sternly, "Now, Becky! You have got to get moving! Jayne will be here in an hour and a half!" Then, suddenly, in almost frantic haste, the delicate blonde sat up on the side of the bed, "Now...where's my slippers...damn house coat...come on sleeve...co-operate...can't you tell I'm in a hurry...Oh, I hate Mondays!"

And then, rushing into bathroom, Rebecca decided she really didn't have time for the hot bath she had promised her self last night, and must be content with a shower instead. Slipping off her nightie, then quickly donning a plastic cap to protect her hair from getting wet, the naked beauty stepped into the steaming shower, saying for no particular reason aloud, "You'd better adjust the shower head to pulse today..." and then, as if answering as another person, agreed, "Yes, that'll wake me up in a hurry." The hot stream of riveting pressure caused her to wince slightly as her tender breasts were pummelled. "OW! Damn, that hurts!"

Quickly soaping the loufa, she scrubbed her trim, shapely body clean of yesterday's dirt with tangerine scented glycerine soap. With a soft appreciative smile, Becky deeply inhaled the delicate scent of oranges that escaped from the smooth bar filling her hands. It was several long moments of sensual pleasure passing before, she realized, she was in hurry!

Suddenly realizing her plight, turning off the shower with one hand, the delicious damsel quickly grabbed the bath sheet hanging just outside the door with the other. A quick gaze at the misty reflection in the mirror and Becky silently cursed her self for not turning on the fan before entering the shower. "Silly goose!"

With the drying process completed she sat upon the royal throne to do the morning business. Silently cursing the bit of soft, fleshy appendage still dangling, barely visible above the golden fleece adorning her nether regions, she smiled mirthlessly and wished that she was bionic, or better yet, part Borg, so she could simply detach what was left of "Willy" and flush him down the toilet like yesterdays quiche.

Reality set in again and she carefully wiped front to back, and then quickly donned the pretty, frills and lace satin panties she'd laid out the night before. Fumbling with hooks of the matching bra, she wondered, "Ghad, will I never get the hang of these things?".. Then aloud, "Why do these things always seemed to get twisted so only when you're in a hurry?" Glancing at the clock she was reminded of the time, "Ok fifty five minutes til Jayne gets here, and you still have to eat, put on your make up, do your hair." "Oh my God! Snippet! Mustn't forget Snippet! Oh, I'm gonna be late..."

Entering the bedroom, even in her fluttering rush, she noticed the deplorable state in which she'd left the room. The dim misty dawn's sheen streaming through the window gleamed from the panty and bra as she threw back the sheets and covers to quickly begin making her bed the way she had been taught many years ago. Perfect "military" corners, and although she didn't do it, she knew deep in her mind that she could've easily made that proverbial quarter bounce a good two inches high.

She then reached over and gave Emily, her cabbage patch doll, a kiss before carefully setting her in the middle of the pillows. Next she reached for Bernadette, her Teddy bear, and told her friend of many years, "I'm sorry I have to pack you in this case, but it's the only way. I just can't leave you behind." One more time her eyes traverse the room, again looking for anything out of place.

Satisfied that everything was perfect, as usual, sitting on the end of the vanity chair, Becky then wound on her matching frills and lace garter belt and cautiously rolled the new silk stockings onto her legs, long, sleek, shapely legs that she worked at to maintain. She loved the looks men wasted wanting to stroke them. She had bought the shiny silk stocking especially for today's trip. She enjoyed knowing that she still had enough of that indescribable "IT" to cause men to gaze at her with a bit of lust in their hearts.

Admiring herself in the mirror she noticed another dressing mistake. "How am I going to pee with my panties inside my garters?" Quickly fixing the mistake, she muttered to herself... "Should have got up at four o'clock." Still shaking her head over her noisy self-admonishment, she reached for the matching white satin and lace cammi, and slid it swiftly over her head. Becky smiled at the feel of the silky smooth soft satin as it slid past her smooth totally hairless cheeks. With a small quiver of anticipation, she whispered, "Next comes that that sexy new half-slip..." and only when it was settled in place felt she was ready to begin the breakfast ritual.

"No time for a fancy gourmet meal this morning! Looks like cheerios for today," she stated and reached for the box of cold cereal. Becky then rather reluctantly reached for the morning barrage of meds that kept her alive for another day. Downing them with water retrieved from the fridge, she sat down and quickly consumed her cereal.

Quietly concerned, she suddenly wondered where Snippet was. And called aloud, "Hey Snippet, where are you? Here kitty, kitty, kitty...Ahhh, there you are, you lazy good-for-thing...off you go...outside to do your thing." Turning away from the door, the sensual siren put her dish and spoon in the dishwasher and then, on second thought, felt it would be best to wash it right now, don't know when I'll be back.

Returning to her bedroom Becky again checked the time and proceeds thru to the ensuite, attached to her room. "Hope the steam has cleared by now... If not I'm going to have a heck of a time getting this hair to curl." Fortunately the mirror displayed an honest reflection of her "classy-lassie, if middle-aged self. Reaching for the curling iron she quickly plugged it in and waited for it to warm up. "Now, what am I to do with this mess?" she asked aloud, as she eyed herself in the mirror, and began applying powdered foundation.

Thanking the goddess above, that she had the good sense to have electrolysis when she was very young, she deftly applied the rest of her face. She smiled wanly at the sight of the crisp, business-like beauty beginning to take shape. "Not all that bad for an old doll," she muttered quietly to her self as she carefully applied eye make up to complete the picture.

Checking the curling iron, she decided that it was ready and started creating her trademark flip style. "Want to look stylish today, but very conservative."

Pleased with the result she quickly packed her make up away and laid it to rest in the case sitting on the floor beside the vanity. Remembering to unplug the curling iron, she rushed back to the bedroom and looking at the clock remarked. "Ghad! Only fifteen more minutes! Oh, heck, I might just make it yet." She carefully slid lissom hips into a Jones of New York skirt and drew closed the side zipper. Looking at the mirror she decided. "Damn! I should put on a girdle".

Quickly removing the skirt and slip, Becky opened a dresser drawer and retrieved the item. Quickly as possible, she wiggled, did her little dance, finally squeezed her so-luscious hips into the restrictive garment. Replacing the slip and skirt, she then reached for the jacket of her too-expensive "Power Suit". "God, I love this stuff" she chuckled aloud, twirling in front of the mirror.

"Now, all I need is a few accessories and I'm finished... OH CRAP! I forgot about the cat!" She rushed to the door to let Snippet back in and as "it" passed her she was awarded "that" look from the fixed feline which cats are famous for...You know the one... Gee, thanks Blondie! I was wondering when. If you were going to get around to remembering me!

"Okay, now what else do I need...let me see?" Becky then performed a sort of two-step jig... "Jeesh! That floor is cold this morning! Must be quite nippy out there today," she remarked. "SHOES!" she yelled. "No wonder my feet are so cold!" as she made the frantic dash back to her bedroom. "Note to self: These blonde moments are coming much too frequently these days!"

Slipping her small feet into coordinated pumps, Rebecca, as any other woman, paused as she passed the tall mirror on the wall, casually checking for any minor flaw that may have appeared in the last five minutes. Somehow I feel incomplete! Wandering back into the ensuite, she selected her cologne for the day. "Oh yes, Mark Jacobs newest one... that'll be perfect," she sprayed the air, and strolled into the cloud, letting it settle on her body. "Perfect."

Quickly dumping the fragrance into her "toolbox," as her daring-their-lives nephews called it, then she closed the lid, unwilling to leave a temptation for her ever-inquisitive feline pet. She remembered to close the bi-fold doors of her walk-in closet on the way by before shutting off the lights. Then she picked up the heavy suitcases, ready to go, by the bedroom door and lugged them to the front entrance. "God! What have you got in here, woman? Rocks?" she gasped. "Hummph! There's scarcely enough in them to properly maintain a woman for a week", she admonished that rarely heard inner self. Quickly glancing at the old school clock mounted on the wall above her antique Windsor Wingback settee, she smiled and said aloud, "Made it."

One last check around and I'm done. Clack-tapping her way into the kitchen she picked up her checklist a last time just to see if she might have missed anything.

Everything seemed perfect. From outside the window she heard the rustic sound of Jayne's Taurus, the 'Ramblin' Wreck' enter the driveway.

"Right on time," she remarked. A final check in the hall mirror revealed she had indeed forgotten something. "Lipstick!" she gasped. "No wonder I look incomplete!" Reaching for her purse, she moved to open the door for her little sister.

"Good morning Jayne, how are you this morning?" She managed without eating her lipstick.

"Wow look at you. What are you trying to do? Run for Prime Minister? That outfit is killer girl!" her sister remarked.

"Well, I wanted to make a good impression; first time and all, you know... let the Hospital staff know exactly what to expect right from square one," Becky replied.

"Girl, you will most certainly do that, and then some! All you need as a little document folder and you could pass for a corporate big wig with no problem a-tall!"

"Thanks sis, I needed that...but don't you think we should get going though, I'd hate to miss the ferry?"

"You're right there, Big Sis. Let's get this show on the road!"

"Jeesh, you sound just like the old man when you say that," Rebecca said.

"Oh, God forbid," Jayne snipped.

The car was quickly loaded and, with one more glance around the cottage, Becky sadly closed the door and locked it. While she was doing this she wondered if she would ever see her little place by the sea again. "We're being a bit morbid, aren't we?" Admonished an inner voice. Fighting back a tear she silently said bye to her home for over ten years and made her way to the vehicle. Sliding in, while being careful not to wrinkle her skirt, she instinctively reached for the seat belt and buckled it. The sound of it snapping shut accompanied a firm resolution not to think morbid, or negative thoughts again.

Jayne fired up the Ford Taurus wagon, and they were off.

"Now you won't forget to feed Snippet will you? And there are still a few roses left out in the garden, if you cut them now and put them in some water, they will open for you, so you can have some fresh flowers for the house."

"Yes, Mother," was the younger sister's reply.

"I've turned down the heat and shut off the water to the toilets, so if something happens you won't be faced with a catastrophe. There is lots of food for the Snippet, and...Oh yes...he likes the water out of the fridge, so you will have to remember to make some fresh stuff in the Brita from time to time."

Once again the, the younger of the two said, "Yes, Mother,"

The older sister very deliberately made a point of ignoring the sisterly sarcasm. Then, suddenly, Rebecca remembered something she may have forgotten, and reached for her purse. Opening it she found and withdrew the key chain that had been Charlie's so long ago. Smiling at a moment of resourcefulness she threaded her front door key onto the Maple leaf fob. With a sense of security, she held it in her hand and once again relaxed while she gazed out at the passing scenery.

Feeling the need to say something Rebecca remarked. "Fall is such a pretty time of the year out here isn't it? All the trees are turning a golden brown and vibrant red. It's a shame that in another few weeks the rains will be here and all of this will be but a memory."

"Sis?" Jayne hesitantly asked.

"Yes what is it pet?' Becky returned pensively.

"You're coming back right...?" I mean this isn't a one-way trip is it...? I couldn't stand the thought of losing you, not since it took so long to find you."

"Hey! Don't worry kiddo, I'm going to do everything I can to get back here, trust me, I'm not done for yet," she looked again at the younger girl, "...besides, I still have a few surprises planned for that mean, homophobic, bigot you're married to!"

Jayne smiled at her sister's last statement and remarked. "He can be a bit of a pain at times can't he? But, he treats me well most of the time, and he really is very good with the girls, so I really can't complain."

Confident that she'd taken Jayne's mind off of her own problems, Rebecca looked out her window and wondered to her self, " I just wish that I believed what I just told Jayne was true. The programme Melancholy Mundane Morbid Musings" will not open. Please remove disk from "C" drive, defrag, and reboot. End of Line" that tiny inner voice scolded again. Becky had to chuckle as the line from "Tron" flicked through her mind.

Soon they had cleared Victoria proper, and were accelerating north, towards the ferry terminal.

Once again feeling the weight of the silence, Jayne began a conversation.

"Sis, I worry about you. You live alone out there on that bluff... sure it's a pretty place over looking the ocean... but you are so remote out there. And now, with this cancer thing, well, I'm just worried that I won't see you again. Damn it! I can't help it, I love you, and Becky, and I'd really hate to loose you."

Fighting back the tears, this time because of her sister's feelings, Becky stated, "Look, Jayne, I'm not going to lie to you and tell you everything is rosy, that's not true. Yes, there is a chance that this time the cancer can't be stopped...but I don't, I can't, I won't, let that get to me. I refuse to give up, and if there is a way to fight this thing, you can bet your last dollar that I will be in there scratching and biting my way through this little setback. So, don't you worry, you just take care of my house and cat and I'll be back, just you wait and see!"

Noticing the tears on Jayne's cheeks, Rebecca continued "I'd give you a hug, if you weren't the pilot right now, but since you are, you better dry those eyes and concentrate on driving before we end up in the ditch."

Jayne's response was typical little sister. She turned her head and stuck out her tongue at her older sister. They both broke out in a fit of giggles and once again the atmosphere in the car returned to normal. Soon the lane for ferry walk-ons was in sight and the Taurus snaked its way to the drop-off zone. Placing the car in park, Jayne turned on the four way flashers and proceeded to join her sister already exiting the auto.

After unloading Becky's bags and placing them on one of the portable luggage racks, Becky turned to her sister and said, "Come here, and I'll give you that hug now." After what seemed only a few microseconds, the comforting hug had ended. It had actually lasted far longer than that by the looks that the other passengers were giving them.

"Damned lesbians," one man was heard to remark.

This brought the two sisters back to reality and Rebecca said, "Guess I better get going." The younger woman made a last, desperate, clutching grab at her older sibling's sleeve. "Here now, I'd hate to miss my boat now, after all the trouble you went through to get me here."

"Anytime sis, anytime.... and don't worry about your house or that sexless cat of yours. I'll make sure everything is looked after. Hell, I'm even going to make sure that Mike cuts your grass while you are gone."

Becky smarted back, "Now, that I would love to see... your husband actually doing me a favour! There'd be hope for humankind yet."

"Good bye, dear sister, and good luck."

"Thanks, Jayne, and take care of those cute little pixies of yours! I'll give you a call in a few days to let you know how everything is going."

"I love you, Rebecca," her sister sniffled.

"I love you too," was the older girl's sniffed reply. They finally broke their embrace, and Jayne watched her sister walk confidently away into the terminal to purchase round trip passage aboard the ferry.

The younger woman couldn't help saying a small prayer aloud, "Oh God, please take care of my sister, and let her return safe and sound!" She cleared her eyes, became suddenly aware of the sound of cars honking their horns at her.

"HEY LADY! You wanna move it?" an impatient driver yells.

Wiping her eyes of the latest crop of tears, Jayne silently drove away.

After checking her luggage with the purser, Becky boarded and found a seat well away from the hordes of tourists inhabiting these things. Looking about, she wondered, "Look at all the people...and it is the last of October, I can just imagine what this place would be like in the middle of summer?" Settled into her seat, she removed her pocket book from her shoulder bag and was soon immersed in her own little world. Becky quickly shut out the noise and bustle from the other travelers.

A few minutes after the boat slipped her moorings, her silence was invaded with, "Is that Ian Rankin's latest you are reading?"

Taken aback Becky responded rather sheepishly, "Yes it's called, "Beggars Banquet."

"I'm a big fan of his. How is it?"

"Pardon me?" was the stall, the still off balanced girl used as a polite reply.

"The book. How is it?"

"Oh," she continued, "I just started it, but so far it's pretty good." Though unusual, Rebecca had had to fend off her share of would-be swain.

"Oh, please excuse me for being so rude and ignorant. The name is Robert Arnold, but my friends call me Bob. I'm a computer systems designer from back east."

Rebecca smiled at the man and relaxed her guard slightly as he confidently introduced himself, and then she caught herself thinking, "Wow. Is this guy good looking or what?" The woman, incredibly, felt her insides melting. "He could be a movie star with those eyes."

She blushed at her own thoughts as she returned the infectious smile and offered a hand by way of greeting. She quickly stammered, "Rebecca... Rebecca Stewart. I'm pleased to meet you." And to her consternation, the minx within was indeed pleased to meet him.

Bob noticed Becky's blush and flashed his 1000-watt smile. "I don't normally invade beautiful ladies' privacy, but I saw you sitting there reading one of my favourite author's books," he indicated the forgotten book in her hand with the tip of his index finger, "and I just had to say hi and introduce myself."

"Oooh, Bob, you are a rogue, aren't you?" She thought.

Bob, determined, then asked, "Are you on your way to Vancouver on business?"

"Pardon me?" was again Becky's reply.

"You know on business?" His large hands moved to indicate the way she was dressed. "I thought that you were going there for business because of the way you are dressed"

Quickly searching for an answer she stated, "Yes, I have a few things to take care of in Vancouver."

"Do you mind if I sit down next to you? It's a long trip and, I don't really want to spend it looking down at you like some predator. I'd rather be sitting and talking to you face to face. That is if you are traveling alone."

"Oh, no, please...sit right here," she gushed and blushed, but removed her bag from the seat next to her. He declined the offer and sat across from her to make her feel less uncomfortable.

She smiled inwardly at the act and thought, "Hmmm, a gentleman to boot."

After only a few minutes of easy probing the two found that they are conversing like old friends. He told her an amusing story and she giggled at all the correct spots. Allowing a reasonable amount of time to pass, he glanced at his watch and remarked, "Now that the crowds have thinned out a bit, would you like to join me in the dining salon for some breakfast?"

Thanking him for the invitation, she replied, "Thank you, but I've already had breakfast."

Undaunted, he quickly rebutted, "Well, perhaps a cup of coffee or tea? Maybe a danish would be more to your liking, after all it is still early in the morning, and, we do have this long, boring boat ride ahead of us. Besides, how am I going to get to know you better if you say no?"

Rebecca knew she was blushing. She could feel the heat of her face and in her tummy as his assault continued. "I'll buy?" She also knew full well she was well on her way to being very properly seduced. The question in her mind was not "if" but "when".

"Are you always this aggressive with all the women you meet, or am I just lucky?" Becky quipped.

"Just the pretty ones." Bob responded with assurance unquestionable.

Surrendering to his final undermining of her defences, Becky giggled, "perhaps a cup of tea." They made their way to the stairs for the upper deck. What shocked the woman was that he gave no hint whatsoever of his triumph. If there was a way to keep score in the game of seduction, Becky knew she was falling far behind.

After Bob had a quiet word with a salon staff member at the door the couple was quickly escorted past a sectioned off portion of the room to find they were to be seated in an unused part of the restaurant. They were then seated at a table commanding a view of the islands they were passing. A waiter quickly appeared with a large silver coffee pot, the requisite white linen napkin draped over his forearm. "Coffee?" Bob asked.

"I prefer tea, if I may?"

The waiter, silent until that moment, asked Rebecca, "Would Madam like orange pekoe? Or would she prefer a breakfast tea? We have Earl Grey on board?"

Beaming a smile at the man, she replied, "The breakfast tea would be fine, thank you."

Bob piped up, "May we also have an assortment of Danishes and scones please?"

"Why of course, Mr. Arnold," was the reply.

The waiter dashed away to retrieve their order, and Rebecca, with more than a hint of suspicion, asked accusingly of her partner, "Who are you? You are obviously not just some computer geek like you said you were. That waiter knew you by name."

"Aw, my dear lady, but I am. I work for a large computer software company that is situated right over there, in Washington State. I was fortunate to get in on the ground floor of the business, while one of the founders was still building electronic paddle ball games in his basement. Needless to say, with a little savvy and some hard work this...uhhh...gentleman has made me a very rich man. I now work because I enjoy what I do, not because I have to."

"But that waiter knew who you were."

"Well Becky, if I may call you that, I ride this boat a lot, and over the past year or so, the staff has come to know me quite well."

Becky continued to gaze at him, somewhat in awe, but mostly in admiration.

"Ah, here we go... our breakfast has arrived."

The waiter quietly and efficiently rolled a breakfast cart up to the table and placed a silver tea service close to Rebecca for her disposal. He indicated that her tea has been steeping for precisely 2 minutes and 45 seconds as he stared at his watch. She once again blushed at all the attention. A smile curled Bob's lips as he secretly gave the waiter a wink and then looked over at the tray of goodies before them. The waiter performed a little bow of the head and with a flourish of his towel was gone.

Resuming the conversation Bob asked, "So how long have you been in Canada?"

Rebecca looked at her companion questioningly. "I observe and then make deductions; your accent. You are obviously from Scotland, but you have been here a while because you have a lot of North American mannerisms, besides which, I'm sure your accent was a lot stronger when you first arrived here." Continuing the lecture, he said, "So, whoot's it be me lass, aire ya goona tell me where yer from, or am I gonna hafta play The Twenty Questions with ya?" he asked in his best Sean Connery imitation.

Rebecca, giggling said, "That has got to be the worst Sean Connery I have ever heard!"

"Well it couldn't have been that bad. After all you figured out who it was," Bob laughingly replied.

Soon the couple had finished their second breakfasts of the day, and Bob announced, "Looks like the fog is starting to lift, that means it's starting to warm up a bit, we'll be going thru The Inside Passage soon. How would you like a stroll around the deck?'

"I would love to, kind sir."

When they left the private little nook, Rebecca hardly seemed to notice the hand placed gently across the small of her back at the waist, to ensure she did not stumble over the threshold in her lovely two-inch heels. Reaching into her purse Becky retrieved the sheer nylon scarf she had placed there the night before, for this very purpose, not that she ever truly imagined meeting a man, more to the fact of taking a stroll around the deck, to protect her hair from the ocean breezes that always whipped up when one least expected.

Strolling comfortably close, actually causing her to bubble, Bob began an easy sort of conversation again. "I have to be in Vancouver most of the day, tied up in meetings and such, and will have to stay the night. I am wondering if I may have the pleasure of your company for dinner this evening?"

Desperately searching for any plausible reason why she couldn't accept his exciting invitation, Becky, almost reluctantly, replied, "Thank you, Bob. I am very flattered, but I'm not sure how long my business will take me today, or what sort of mood I will be in when I am finished."

Not to be vanquished so easily, the sophisticate produced a business card with only his name and a telephone number on it. "It's my cell number, it's a satellite phone, and so I can be reached anywhere. I'll leave it on the whole day in hopes that you will call me."

A hot surge of feminine need almost decided the woman to chuck away her entire plans for the day. Regretfully, she looked at the card again and slid it into her jacket pocket. Smiling at each other they began their stroll again, each sensing their own form of victory.

Moving to the bow of the ship, the enamoured pair once again stopped, now to quietly enjoy the feel of the cool sea air blowing directly into their faces. This far forward of the engines, it was quiet and the constant low grade rumble of them much less pressing. Becky relaxed into the silence and savoured every moment. The ship was now entered into The Inside Passage and was now threading its way past all the little islands in its' path.

Suddenly the ship's whistle rent the air, and Rebecca screamed. Jumping from fright the lovely lass fell into the outstretched arms of her companion. An uncomfortable moment passed between them, but as they stare into each other's eyes, the moment becomes intensely comfortable. Suddenly, Rebecca was being kissed. She gave in to the incredibly wanton feelings now invading her body and mind and returned his kiss.

Quickly the kiss becomes stronger, and soon Becky felt herself giving in to the strong man's desires.

What seemed an eternity, or only a too brief few seconds, passed and their mouths reluctantly pulled apart.

"Wow," was all she could say.

"Ditto," was the male response. "Becky, I have got to see you again."

Like a schoolgirl just kissed for the first time, she could only stare up into his eyes. They were deep warm pool into which a victim willingly dove, knowing she would drown in their depths.

"We can not let this end like this!"

Silent, awestruck, Becky could only nod her head slowly.

"I think you are feeling something for me, and lady, the feeling is very mutual."

The dumbstruck woman could nod, but nothing more.

"Please say you will see me again for dinner," he pleaded.

She could but stare in disbelief.

"If not phone me anyway."

The woman began to shake her head slowly, her features distorting toward fear.

"Rebecca, please, I'm a wealthy man... I can arrange for us to meet anywhere. Just don't say no.

Her fears grew. No! He would never understand, or accept!

"I know you are not married... because you are not wearing a wedding band, so what do you say... give me a..."

Suddenly, with no warning, Rebecca turned and ran away, high heels clicking their way frantically across the deck.

"Damn!" he expelled, and then he chased after her. "Becky wait! Becky... please... wait, Rebecca, please stop!"

Finally, as she ran out of places to run and Becky was forced to stop.

Bob stood there face-to-face with the tear stained-eyes of the woman, his love.

"Oh Bob, I'm so sorry! Bob, you are a nice man! No, I just can't get involved."

"I don't understand. Are you married?" Rebecca shook her head from side to side. "Are you seeing anyone?" Again she shook her head as reply. "Now I'm really lost! You're not married, and you aren't seeing anyone." She just couldn't believe how completely feminine he made her feel! "It's plain as the nose on my face that we like each other." She was simply molten inside, "Why can't we see each other again?" But there was no way she could tell him.

"We just can't!" she offered again as the tears continued running down her cheeks.

Robert, being the consummate gentlemen, reached for his handkerchief and handed it to Rebecca. "Look, let's go back inside and... and we can settle down a bit... and then you can explain it to me why we can't see each other after this trip is over. You aren't an escaped convict on the run from the law are you? Or, an alien from another planet, or something like that, are you? Because... if you are, we can live in another country where they don't have an extradition treaty, or I can buy an island somewhere where we could hide your mother ship."

"No," she said as she playfully hit Bob's broad chest with the side of her fist.

"Oh Lord, thank you! There is still hope for me! She still smiles.'' He raised his hands and eyes skyward. "Now, you go into the ladies and fix that pretty little face, and I'll go see if I can find us some hot chocolate to help shake off the autumn chill, okay?"

"Uh huh," she responded in the little girl manner that had honestly earned her the name of Becky.

"Okay, I'll meet you back at the seats where we first met." He took her by the hand and carefully escorted her over the threshold to the ladies' washroom.

While she repaired the damage done to her face she became aware that someone was saying something to her. "Honey, I don't care what he said...it ain't worth it. Any man that would make a woman cry like that just ain't worth the effort!" Becky looked quizzically at a woman she had never before seen. "Now, you take my Harold. That man has never lifted a finger to me, or said an unkind word in the all the thirty-seven years we have been married. Course, I'd bat 'im right into the middle of next week if'n he ever tried, mind you!"

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" Rebecca queried

"Well sugar, I just saw you crying out there...and then I saw you hit him, and then he throws his arms up in the air, and then he tries to make nice to you. Uh-uh honey, don't you believe it... I saw his kind before. Promise you the world... and then treat you like you was dirt."

"That's not what happened...really," Becky tried to explain. Somehow, she felt obligated to defend Bob. The woman had read everything ALL wrong!

"That's okay honey, I understand. You don't want to admit it was his fault. If'n I was you though, I'd stay right away from the likes of him. It'll come to no good, mark my words!"

Realizing that whatever she said wouldn't matter to this woman at all, Rebecca calmly sighed and said in mock surrender, "Yes, I guess you are right."

"Damn right I'm right. I may be a farmer's wife but I can spot one of them 'Don Jewan' types when I see's'em." Rebecca continued repairing the damage to her face and hoped that the red eyes wouldn't be to noticeable when she finished. "Now, you take care, honey. And you listen to what I said." Harold's wife exclaimed as she left the little room.

Returning to the seats Rebecca saw Bob sitting there patiently waiting for her return. As she approached he rose and greeted her. Rebecca took the seat next to where he had just been sitting. And when he handed her a cup of hot chocolate and a napkin before resuming his seat she smiled wanly at him. For a moment they both just sat there staring out into space, then almost simultaneously they turned to each other and start talking at the same time.

Bob smiled and told her to continue.

Rebecca began the composed speech she had rehearsed in the washroom. " Bob, you seem to be a very nice man, and although I only just met you, I have a feeling that we could become very close."

"So why st..."He exclaimed.

"Bob, please let me continue... this is very hard for me. The reason I can't see you is that I am on my way to the cancer clinic in Vancouver for treatment. Bob, I have hepatic cancer."

"Oh my," was his response. "No wonder you are so upset." She twisted the scarf she had been wearing about her slender fingers, while Bob continued. "God what a senseless fool I've been. I wade right in to you with all guns a blazing trying to woo the prettiest woman I've seen in ages... and she is on her way... Oh Rebecca, please forgive me. Sometimes I just react and don't think. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about, how were you to know. It's not like I wear a sign over my head that says 'stay away...cancer patient'. No, Bob, I should be the one apologizing to you for leading you on."

"Oh, no you don't girl. I don't regret meeting you at all! I've had a wonderful morning chatting with you, so far, and I enjoyed that kiss we shared very, very, much. Look, just because you have a teeny little problem with some minor health issue doesn't mean we can't go on," he cajoled seriously

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"I would hardly call cancer a teeny little problem," Becky returned. The tears were now fighting their way to the surface again. Being fresh out of hankies, Bob gave Becky the napkin from his drink. She gratefully accepted with a mouse like squeak. "Thank you." He placed his arm around Becky's shoulder and slowly pulled the willing girl into his body. She rested her head on his chest and he began rubbing her back and slowly rock back and forth comforting her. It felt so comforting there in the cradle of his arms Becky just let it happen.

They remained like that for some time until their peace was broken by the announcer's voice over the intercom. "May I have your attention please? We are approaching Twassassen terminal. Would all bus passengers please return to the parking area? Those of you that are handicapped and require assistance please see the purser out side his office. Thank you for sailing B. C. Ferries and have a pleasant day."

Putting on his best Bogie accent, Bob said, "Well kid, looks like it's the end of the line." Rebecca smiled at the terrible accent as she gazed longing up into his eyes. "That bad eh?" Bob questioned. Rebecca just nodded her head and smiled. Bob started talking again, "Listen... Later today, I want you to call me, and let me know how you are feeling. After all, we still have to discuss our dinner arrangements."

"But..." Becky began.

"Yes, you do have a cute one." He chuckled, as she blushed, furiously. "You call me and I'll let you know where dinner is going to be and I'll arrange to have you picked up so you won't have to take a cab," the unflappable man simply stated and seemed to know it would be done.

"I never agreed to have dinner with you."

"Why, of course you did. You lost the discussion about the dinner arrangements, and so, by default, you have to have dinner with me, because that's just the way it is."

"You never quit, do you?" she queried. She had to wonder what was happening; she had never before liked "take charge" men, but she adored this quality in this man. It fit and he didn't seem to abuse the ability.

"Nope." This time it was Winston Churchill. "WE shall never surrender. We will fight on the beaches, in the air and on the sea. This will be our finest hour," he growled as he flashed the famous victory sign.

"Ohhh... you are just impossible!" she giggled. "Okay! I give up. Okay! No promises, but I will call you." Taking his stir stick and shaking it as if to knock the ashes off a cigar, he wiggled his eyebrows, Groucho Marx style. That earned him another tap from Becky's small fist.

The ship docked and the couple headed down the gangway much closer together now that they had been earlier on the Upper Deck. Stopping in front of the baggage pick up area, Bob obtained a dolly for Rebecca to put her bags on.

While they waited for the luggage, their conversation began anew. "So, Where is your treatment going to be?"

"At the clinic at VGH," the woman cautiously replied.

"The one on tenth just off Cambie St?" he asked.

"Yes, I guess so. I don't know the names of the streets. I just know where it is. How I recognize it is by..."

"All the signatures on the outside of the building." They both replied at the same time. Laughing, Bob said, "I know a few people there, let me put in a word or two in the right place, you never know it might help."

Panic struck Rebecca like a baseball bat as she realized the consequences and implications of his statement.

"No!" she almost shouted. Quickly thinking of an excellent excuse for her outburst, she replied, "No, Bob, I will not have you pull strings to get me preferential treatment. There are many people there who are a lot sicker than I am, and they deserve the same standard of care that lots of money brings."

"You are a pretty remarkable lady. You know that. I offer to move heaven and hell for you and you are more concerned about all the other patients who might need more care then yourself."

Rebecca smiled to her self, thinking that she dodged that bullet successfully. After all, if the last secret she revealed was earth shattering, just imagine what would happen when he discovered her most private of secrets. They loaded Rebecca's luggage on the rack, then strolled towards the door. Bob had his suit bag over his shoulder as they exited into the parking lot.

At the same moment, Jeffery, Rebecca's cousin, who was there to pick her up and hold her hand while at her clinical appointment, approached them. "Hi there!" he said to her as they came close. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, he took over pushing the cart. The look on Bob's face was utter paranoia. Quickly, recognizing the look in Bob's eyes, Becky realized she'd be wise to begin the introductions.

Both Alpha males stared intently at each other, each trying to size the other up, as she said, "Bob, this is my cousin Jeffery. Jeffery, this is Bob Arnold." Reluctantly the two shake hands as if on guard against invasion of their territory.

"Oh, stop it you two!" Rebecca snapped, realizing what has transpired between the two men. "I'm grateful you both seem to need to defend my honour, but I can assure both of you, my honour is not at stake here."

Both males smiled and returned to their previous relaxed state. Bob said, "Oh, I think I see my ride now," as a stretch limo, approximately a city block long, pulled up at the curb in front of the curved walk.

The driver quickly jumped out, adjusting his cap on the way, hurried over and said, "Good morning, Mr. Arnold. How was your trip over?"

"Very pleasant, Martin. Very pleasant indeed." he stated as he handed the ex-football player his bag. Turning to Rebecca he said, "You will call me later, won't you?"

She nodded yes and he gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, which she warmly returned. Breaking their embrace, he started towards the wide door being held open by Martin, the combination driver/bodyguard. "Nice to meet you, Jeffery, perhaps I shall see you again some time." he stated. "See you, tonight, Becky." Quickly, the door was closed and he was whisked away.

Rebecca stood staring at the rapidly disappearing vehicle, as a smile came to her face.

"So who was THAT, cuz?" Jeff asked.

"Oh, nobody important to you, just someone I met on the ferry."

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~Next up: Part# 3 [The Clinic].~
More [Hot Crossings]

Recognizing the unknown...

~HOT~
~CROSSINGS~

Part 3

THE CLINIC

By: Rebecca Anne Stewart.

With special thanks to Christy Lake & Misty Dawn

~THE CLINIC~

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Rebecca and Jeffery began to verbally spar, trekking towards Jeff's car. When they had threaded their way across the parking making polite conversation about the trip over, "how was the weather, etc," Jeff suddenly announced, "Damn! They did it to me again! I don't believe this."

"What's the problem?" Becky asked. "Did you forget something?'

"No." He explained, irritated. "Oh, Hell, it's really no biggie. It just seems that every time I come to pick someone up, they close the damned parking attendant booth at this exit." He walked toward the booth, then realizing that futility, turned back to Rebecca. "We'll have to drive all the way around to the main part of the terminal to get out now." The exasperation he felt was obvious in his expressions. "And wait in line with all those idiots there..." He looked as though he was ready to rip the booth in question apart bare-handed. "With a ferry just coming in, the line up's going to be incredible." Then suddenly, he let it all go in a whooshing sigh. "They probably do it on purpose, just to get more money for parking!"

"Jeffery... they do not do that on purpose, you are just being silly," she snapped back.

Looking across the huge expanse of parking lot, Jeff spotted the parking lot attendant chatting up one of the girls in a kiosk selling handmade candles and such.
"Hold on," he yelled. "I got me one hell'uv an idea." And then he began to strut purposefully across the lot towards his intended target.

"Hold on yourself there, Jeffery Alexander Stewart!" Rebecca remarked crisply. "I am not about to go traipsing across this parking lot in heels just so you can take out your anger on some poor unfortunate minimum wage kid who is probably just following orders anyway! You can forget that idea right now! Now, come on, let's get to your car and get out of here. I'm paying for the parking anyway, so don't worry about it."

"Can't do that, 'Bekers'. That's the same punk that told me the other exit would be open now. I just can't let him get away with this. It's the principle of the thing'n all, yuh know... Here, you take my keys...go get in the vehicle. I'll be there in a second."

"I don't know what your car looks like." Becky groaned in a pleading tone. She actually stamped one dainty foot in her frustration.

"It's the black Dodge 4x4 over there by the corner. It's right over there." Jeff's finger pointed roughly in the general direction of a big black box-on-wheels as he hurried away. "You can't miss it."

Once again, now thoroughly frustrated, Rebecca began the walk across the lot, this time she pushed the luggage cart, and prayed she didn't break a heel or twist an ankle. Some gentleman my cousin is, I tell you, she thought caustically as she continued her jaunt. Oh, that must be his car there, she exclaimed silently, as she came to a big black dodge SUV."Not bad." , she thought. "Jeffery must be doing okay to have a vehicle this nice. Too bad he doesn't dress a little nicer. He looks like a bum! And thirty-four is far too old to wearing a ball cap backwards on your head like some teenager, or wanna be rock star." Just as she wheeled the cart around to the back of the vehicle, Jeffery jogged past. Looking confused, Becky shouted out to her much larger cousin, "Jeffery! I'm right here."

He stopped in mid-step and stared at her. "What are you doing over there behind that toy wannabe truck? You don't like...gotta pee or nothin', do ya?"

"JEFFERY!!" she exclaimed, totally red faced, as if, Rebecca Anne Stewart, would even think of committing such an offensive act. "The VERY idea!" she turned her head and lifted her chin in a haughty gesture.

"Darn it, will you quit foolin' around and come on?" He said, taking over pushing the cart as he trotted off again in search of "his" vehicle. "You're gonna make us late."

"But...You said the black 4x4 over in the corner...I thought this was your car?" Rebecca sputtered.

"That useless thing. Those over-priced dinky tinker toys are made for people with more money than brains. Come on let's go," he shouted. "I ain't ate yet. and I wanna zip thru Ronnie's and scoop a couple 'a egg a muffins before they cut off breakfast"

Finally they reached Jeff's truck. Rebecca stood looking up in utter dismay at the huge black behemoth before her. Thinking to her self, "This thing is monstrous, how do one even get in it?" She asked, "Jeffery! Jeffery, where is the elevator for this beast?"

"What?" came a muffled answer from the back as he pitched Rebecca's bags like bales of hay into the back of his truck.

"How am I supposed to get into this Beast?" she inquired. "Do you have a ladder?"

"A what?" Jeff asked. "Just open the door and just jump up in."

"Jeffery! I can barely reach the handle on the door. Just how do you expect me to "just jump" up in there?"

Examining the situation that his cousin was in, Jeffery pondered how to solve it. "Huummm... Never thought of that, Cuz... I figured it be like, no problem. Okay. How 'bout we try this. I can lift you up and put you onto the seat. How's that?"

Rebecca realized that this was quickly developing into a no win situation, shrugged and nodding meekly, submitted to the large man's suggestion, as embarrassing as it was. Tossing her handbag up the two stories to the truck's bench seat, she offered her hand to him.

Jeff grabbed her around the waist, and accompanied with a small squeal from Becky, easily lifted her like a small child up onto the seat, and then audaciously fastened her seatbelt for her. Settling in amongst the clutter sharing her perch, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of old sweat socks and discarded burger wrappers that were now assaulting her senses. "What a pigstye." She thought, but forced a tiny, crooked smile at her escort, who had by then entered the truck from the driver's side.

"Excuse the mess. Didn't have time to clean the inside this morning. Got tied up fixing a twin Huey with rotor problems till late last night."

Becky, not wanting to appear inconsiderate, just smiled and nodded.

The starter whined, cranking over the Power Wagon. With sudden cough, the ancient monster's engine came to life, making that loud racket only straight pipes can, as the pistons fired in order. While Becky squealed and cupped her hands over her ears, he shouted, "Ready to Rock?" and slid a tape into the cassette deck, and an old AC-DC number began to add to the barrage of noise, already making Becky squeamish.

"If you play it real loud, you can't hear the motor as much," he shouted against the powerful reverberations vibrating the fillings in her teeth, then he pulled the stick shift down and put the transmission into gear. Feathering the gas as he released the clutch, they roared off with a shuddering surge forward as the clutchplate engaged the flywheel.

"It ain't much to look at. Needs a bit of body work, but mechanically it's sound." Jeff screamed in apology almost at the top of his voice.

After paying for the parking fees, they made their way across the causeway onto the mainland. Becky noted, as Jeffery had promised, they were just one among hundreds in a long procession of non-descript vehicles trying to accomplish the same thing. The bumper-to-bumper traffic was slowly inching its way down the highway. Spying the turnoff into Twassassen, her driver deftly manoeuvred the bulky vehicle into the turn off.

"Gotta grab some grub," he barked in explanation as they pulled into the franchised giant.

"Two Eggs-A-Muffin, with sausage, a couple 'a hash browns and a large coffee." he screamed at the speaker mounted on a pole set in the ground some 100 yards below the throbbing engine. "Want anything, Becky?" he asked.

"No... No thank you!" But she considered asking for earplugs. Jeffery opened the driver's door and twisted his body till it was almost half-way out of the truck to retrieve his "Grub" from the frightened girl leaning out and stretching up from the pick-up window far below.

"Hold this!" Jeff bellowed to Becky, handing her several bags and a huge cup with a queer looking lid attached, as he then crammed bills and change back into his jeans tight pocket. Then, with an awful roar, they were off once again. Rebecca watched the well-practiced move as he removed the little tear-away portion of the weird-looking coffee lid with his teeth and spat the offensive bit of plastic out the window.
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"Oh! Charming!" Becky said quietly to herself as she I-wish-I-were-someplace-else observed his almost too-rude antics. I can only pray no one I know ever asks me anything about this.

Carefully placing the coffee, so as not to spill it, snugly in between his thighs, he grabbed the first of the morning's meal, and with an enthusiasm rarely observed outside of Nature's Wonder, quickly made the first portions disappear with minimum of bites. Rebecca stared in awe and wonder of the ongoing male feeding frenzy, until the only things that remained was the paper waste and a lingering aroma. The paper wastes then joined the rest of the collection undulating about her feet as the truck rolled and swayed along the ashalt ribbon toward their destination.

Soon they had passed thru the Massey tunnel and surfaced on the other side of the south channel of the Fraser River. The noise inside the tunnel was ten-fold, and Becky, again cupping her hands over her ears, was certain she was going to lose both her breakfasts before the came to the exit. As they exited the tunnel, Jeff turned the volume of the tape deck to a more comfortable level of only 100db, and asked, "So, what's the plan, Stan?"

"Pardon me?"

"What's the buzz, Cuz? You know... like, what's happening?" he yelled over the din of the engine.

"Jeffery, must you always speak as if you are an adolescent teen? Can you not carry on, normal conversation in an adult fashion? I feel as though I am conversing with a high school dropout, instead of a fully grown adult." Becky suddenly gave full vent to her frustrations and simply yelled back as loud as possibke. It actually helped, she noticed, and smiled slightly.

"Wooo... Sorry all to hell there, Cuz."

"And quit calling me Cuz! You sound like an illiterate reject from some inner city project. My name is Rebecca... please use it!"

"Hey, lighten up. Don't get yer knickers in a knot. It's not like yer time of the month, or something like that, is it," he teased.

"JEFFERY!" Becky shouted.

"Okay! Okay. It was a cheap shot ... sorry... all right? Just trying to lighten things up a bit. Okay?"

Jeff reached over and turned down the tape a little lower and then continued.
"Becky... this is how I am. I ain't from the right side of the clan where all the money and titles are... like you are. I come from the poor side of the family remember?"

Rebecca turned to face him, and stated, rather matter-of-factly, "Jeffery, you know as well as I do, that I have no claim against the Family Inheritance. I was disowned by Father more than thirty years ago... and, all that aside, pleading poverty is still no excuse for bad manners and a slovenly appearance." She waved a hand casually taking in the truck's interior.

"Reb. I'm a friggin' aircraft mechanic, for God's sake, I tear apart planes and helicopters all day. It's what I am. I ain't like that fancy shmancy dude I saw you with at the terminal. I'm just regular folk."

"I am sorry...you are correct. I should not have said anything to you. I do appreciate the ride and the help. I am just a little apprehensive about today, and beside all that, my girdle is killing me!" she apologized

Jeff's shot back, lightning fast and right on target. "Well Cuz, if that's what gives you that shape you are sportin' today, it's well worth it...cause, you're one hot lookin' chick!"

"Jeffery!" she scolded him, again.

"Well it's true. You is one mighty fine lookin' piece of woman flesh. Even if you are my CUZ!"

They both broke up, laughing at that. Rebecca smiled politely amid Jeff 's whoops and hollers.

It was not all that much longed before they crossed the Oak Street Bridge and entered the Shannesey district of Vancouver. As the pickup lumbered north towards the hospital, Rebecca began to get a little anxious about the impending visit. She once more checked her watch only to discover that they still had approximately twenty minutes before her first appointment.

"How much further, Jeffery?" she asked above the noise in the cab.

"Just about there... I dunno' maybe ten, fifteen minutes max... why? You gettin' worried?"

"Just getting a little apprehensive, I guess."

"Hey! Don't worry. It will be cool... Honest... They're gonna' zap ya'...Y'all getta' new hair do. And in a couple a' weeks you and lover boy can pick up where you'se left off," her younger cousin pointed out playfully.

"Jeffery. Robert is not my lover!''

"Ya right! Ya coulda' fooled me. I saw the way you two was looking at each other, and it was all I could do to stop you from playing kissy face there in front of the whole dang world."

"We did not play kissy face, as you call it."

"Huummm," was the response she got back.

"AAARRRGGGHHHH! Family!'' Rebecca shouted in frustration.

Minutes later the exhaust belching beast careened a rickety right turn onto Tenth Ave. And they headed down the tight, narrow street, challenging the small, puny family-type vehicles they met for supremacy of the road. For some reason they seemed just to melt from the path in front of "The Beast".

"Almost there!" Jeff shouts.

The suspended Power Wagon turned left to enter the underground parking lot at the B.C. Cancer Clinic.

"Oh Shit!" He yelled and slammed on the brakes.

Rebecca not expecting this, squealed excitedly and did a two-handed dance on the dashboard.

"Sorry 'bout that," he apologized, "My truck won't fit into the parking garage."

When she quickly regained her dignity, Rebecca asked "Now what?"

'Hey! Do you realize that was the first incomplete sentence you have said to me this whole trip? I must be rubbing off on you." JA joked.

Clearing her throat she began again. "Jeffery, where are we going to park this... this overgrown tank?"

"That's the easy one, Sweets. On the street... That way you get to show off thosekiller legs of yours some more to all the poor slobs out taking their coffee break. The hard one is going to be to find a parking place out there."

"Huummm." she mumbled.

Finally, surprising Becky at how quickly done, Jeff located a parking spot that "The Beast", as she had christened the bulky vehicle, could easily be manoeuvred into. With deft expertise borne of familiarity, her cousin wheeled the monster truck around and shut it down, and in the suddenly deafening silence, whispered, "Better put all your bags in the cab... Hate to get all your clothes stolen."

The decent from the truck was almost as tricky as the climb into it. Once again Jeffery offered his services and helped her out.

"I should remember to drive this thing when I go on dates," he said. "That way I could put my hands on more chicks and have an honest reason."

"If you ever pulled up in front of a house in "THE BEAST!" to pick a woman up, you would be going out alone. No self-respecting woman would ever set foot in this...this Pumped-up Rust Bucket, that you seem to be so proud of."

Slipping a couple of Loonies into the meter, he just smiled at her and said, "You rode in it, didn't you?''

"Come on," she growled. "I am going to be late." Her lovable lips set in a pretty pout as she stalked off.

Moments later they enter the front of the building and Rebecca strode purposefully up to the receptionist. "My last name is Stewart. I have a 10:30 appointment for assessment."

Little shivers of delight ran up and down the graceful woman's spine as she felt the eyes of the male inhabitants of the reseptory staring at the purient sight she proudly, prudently, purposely presented before them. She normally enjoyed the feeling of being appreciated for her beauty. She smiled slightly at this thought, but wondered if in this case it might not be as an object of raw lust she was observed; it was, after all, a provocatively feminine Power Suit she wore.

"Stewart, Stewart? Now where is that file?" the over-worked clerk asked no one. "Huummm...We have a C. A. Stewart reporting today. Could that be you?" she asked Becky.

"Yes, it must be. But, it should read R. A. Stewart, not C. A. That should have been fixed by now."

Suddenly the receptionist realized who was standing before her. "Oh.... OH! Um.... Aawww... Yes... Aawww... Miss Stewart! We have your file right here, please have a seat... and I will just pop in and notify them that you are here. Would you please tell me your correct name now, and I will see to it the records are altered, ASAP."

"Of course," Rebecca replied, cooly, and quickly giving the information to the clerk, and then took a seat next to her cousin to begin the long process of "Hurry up" and "I'm sorry, it'll just be a short wait".

Jeffery, already fully relaxed asked, "Everything cool?"

"Yes, Jeffery. Everything is just fine."

"So like, how long is this part gonna take?"

"It will probably take the rest of the morning, and I suspect, could consume a major portion of the afternoon. If you wish to go take care of some business...I can take care of my self.''

"Well, I was thinkin' that I'd slip home and grab a shower. And then, maybe we can scoop some thing for lunch. Whacha' think?''

"I think you going home and having a shower would be an excellent idea, Jeffery. I will meet you back here when you return. Is that all right?"

"Hey! Another incomplete sentence. That's two in the last hour. Maybe I am rubbing off on you."

Jeff lifted his six-foot plus bulk from the chair and headed towards the door telling his cousin that he would be back in a couple of hours tops.

A few minutes later Rebecca was paged by the Technician.

"STEWART!" He shouted.

"Right here." she said rising gracefully from the chair and moving toward the man.

"Okay. I can't read the initials here on the file. Is it C. A. Stewart or R. A. Stewart? I can't decipher it."

"It's R. A. Stewart." Rebecca smiled back.

"Okay. Please walk this way, please," he directed and led her thru large double doors and into the next office.

Rebecca followed the technician down the corridor until he stopped in front of a changing room. Giggling inside, she resisted his invitation to "walk this way" and mimic his masculine gait, as the old Aerosmith tune ran thru her head.

"If you would please remove all your clothing, except your bra and panties..." he inquired inviting her towards the changing cubicles. "You will find a gown to cover your self with. Please ensure that you take all of your clothes with you and please do not leave any valuables behind. When you are finished doing all this, please take a seat in the reception area over here." He indicated a spacious, spartan waiting room to the left with his right hand, "And we will be right with you."

Rebecca, alone in the tiny stall, complied with the man's request. "Oh, thank goodness! I finally get to remove this torturous girdle! The darned thing has been digging into me for the last four hours." Carefully removing the designer outfit, she caught her self wishing she had a clothes hanger so that it would not wrinkle. Finally, with a heart-felt sigh, sliding down the girdle, she rubbed the offended area where her garter belt had left some serious indentations in her hips.

"OW! That hurts!" she squealed softly. "Rebecca, that was a stupid thing to do this morning. God, I'll never do that again..." she chastised herself and again advised, "Second note to self: the aforementioned Blonde Moments, Have got to stop!"

Taking two gowns, she quickly covered her delectable tidbits; one slipped on in the traditional manner, with the rear exposed, and the other drawn on over the other, as if she was donning a coat. "I'll be damned if I'm giving anyone here a free show!" she remarked.

Stepping out side the metal closet, she danced lightly across to the waiting area to continued her wait. The tiles were cold under the soles of her bare feet and she padded quickly, hopping and hoping no one was watching her lively little dance, into the waiting room and took a seat.

In a few minutes a nurse appeared and asked her name. Inviting herself to sit next to her, the nurse quickly explained that she had a few questions to ask. They were the simple, ones like name, date of birth, sex... As Rebecca answered the nurse, she began frantically flipping thru her charts to see that she indeed had the correct patient.

Rebecca put her mind at ease by quietly explaining the problem to her.
"Your records probably indicate that you are to treat a Charles Allan Stewart correct?"

The nurse' still flipping the records agreed. "Yes. That is correct."

"Well, Nurse Walker," she continued after looking at the young nurse's nametag. "I am that person. You are looking for me. I used to be Charles. Now I am Rebecca."

"Oh! I see." Hesitantly the nurse asks "Are you transgender?"

"Yes"

"Oh, I see," she says again.

"You seem to know a little bit about these things?' Rebecca asks her in return.

"A little. Not as much as I'd like, or should. I have a friend back home who's husband was trying to sort out some gender issues that he had, and my friend would confide in me when things started going wrong in their marriage."

Rebecca nodded her head in understanding.

"So are you still transitioning, or has everything been completed.?" she asks.

"If my body would quit getting sick on me, I could finish the thing." Rebecca sadly remarks.

"This must be quite the ordeal for you to be going through. Not only do you have the change, but you must deal with an added illness as well. You are a very brave woman."

Nurse Walker looked at her patient and sensed the tears forming in the woman's eyes. Reaching into her smock the pixie-faced nurse withdrew a Kleenex and handed it to Becky. "Just in case," she chuckled and patted the other's shoulder reassuringly.

"Thank you." Rebecca smiled and quietly cleared her throat.

"Shall we continue?"

Rebecca smiled weakly and nodded her head.

After asking a few more questions regarding personal history, MS. Walker explained what would be happening during the next few days. "I'm one of the co-coordinators here at the clinic. It is my job to answer all of your questions, schedule your appointments, make sure that you have all the correct information, and most importantly seeing that you remain healthy! Okay?"

Her patient nodded.

"Myself and others like me, will be working closely with you the entire time you are with us. If you have any questions, or you do not understand something, anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask. Okay? The Doctor should be along in a bit, so when I call you we will go into the room there and he will examine you. alright?"

Once again Rebecca's head nodded affirmative.

"I'll be back in just a few minutes." Rising, the nurse quickly went on her way to accomplish yet another task.

Barely five minutes passed before she returned. "Rebecca. Could you come with me please."

Carefully picking up her clothes the fine figured female followed the fleet-footed nurse.

"My, that is a very cute looking outfit you are carrying. Is it pure wool?"

"Yes, it is. It's Alpaca. From Peru."

"God, it's beautiful," she exclaimed in quiet awe as she felt the softness of the knit.

Suddenly stopping them dead in their tracks, she said, "Wait right here."

Wondering what was happening, Becky complied, shifting from foot to foot on the cold floor.

The nurse returned with a quilted hanger and presented it to Rebecca.

"Here. For your outfit... I would hate to see such a beautiful garment spoiled. After all you still have to wear it when you leave here today," she said, smiling as she produced a plastic Patients Personal Items bag to put the rest of her clothing in.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Walker," the frightened woman replied.

"Call me Prue," she says. "Short for Prudence"

Rebecca smiled and responded, "Becky."

Quietly accepting the kindness shown by her escort Becky, suddenly reflected, "Did you know your name is..."

"A Beatles song... off the white album? Yes, I know." she quipped as they entered the examination room.. Prue gracefully refrained from asking her paitent,

"Do you have any idea how many times I've been reminded of that? Hand me your goodies and I'll hang them over here on the hook."

"Thank you."

"Dr. Geoff will be your doctor today. He should be here any second. Don't worry. He can be a little uptight sometimes, probably because he's British, but once you get to know him he's a lot of fun... You okay? Now just relax, everything will be just fine. He's just going to ask you a few questions, and when he goes to examine you, I will be right here in the room with you, so there is nothing to worry about... Okay?"

Rebecca shyly sat on the padded office chair, and the chill of the smooth surface making her very conscious of her next-to-nudity. She hugged her self against the cool temperature that she assumed was causing the chills she felt, unwilling to admit to her self that she was scared spitless. Within a minute of Prue's leaving, a tall man in his late thirties, wearing the traditional doctor garb of white lab coat and stethoscope entered the room purposefully, speaking to her even as he walked.

"Good morning, Charles... my name is Dr... Nurse WALKER!" He bellowed the instant he noticed that he was obviously not talking to a Charles. "Prue! There seems to be a mix up in the charts again! I have a woman in number three! There is not supposed to be a woman in number three! I also seem to be missing Charles Stewart. The man, Charles Stewart, is supposed to be in number three! Would you explain to me what is happening here in my supposedly perfectly ordered little world?"

Quietly closing the door so as to not draw further attention to the scene. The erstwhile Nurse Walker expediently explained to the doctor. "Miss Stewart is Charles, or excuse me, was, Charles Stewart. Rebecca is undergoing gender reassignment and then all this developed.''

"Why have the charts not been changed to reflect Miss Stewart's true status?"

"Now that, I do not know, my dear doctor. Though I am in the process of rectifying that, even as we speak." Prue explained with a huge grin.

"Well, see that it is done immediately. Immediately, I say! We simply can not have some idiot doctor racing up and down the corridors bellowing for a Charles, now can we?" The doctor moved about the exam room waving both arms in an exagerratedly excited manner and speaking in frantic tones.

"No Doctor." Nurse Walker patted the doctor on one shoulder and calmly walked away, "That sort of behavior would never do here in our perfectly organized little clinic," and gave Becky a little conspiritorial wink. "Ah, Miss Stewart, doctor?" She then directed the doctor's attention to the woman sitting so forlornly on the edge of her seat wondering if she should flee the scene of mayhem.

"Ah yes... Rebecca." he started out to get the woman's attention. "I am Dr. Geoff. As you can see we are pretty informal, and sometimes rather disorganized around here. You have already met Prue and you will meet others here today as well. My job here is to see you every time you visit. You and I will be making many ongoing medical decsions through out your assessment and treatment. Please feel free to ask me any questions that pop into your mind. Okay? I like answering questions...it's what I get paid for...All right? Now, lets get started shall we?"

After asking a few basic questions, and information on how she had transacted hepatitis in the first place, he informed her that he needed to give her a full physical exam. " If you would be so kind as to please remove your top gown and sit down on the table against the wall. I shall be right back," he intructed as he sauntered out the room.

Timidly, Becky complied with her doctor's wishes, and then, startled, jumped and squealed when Nurse Walker re-entered the room suddenly.

"Oh, migawd, I did startle you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.. It's these darn silly shoes I have to wear. They allow me to sneak up on patients in the middle of the night to see if they are really sleeping or not, so I can wake them to ask if they need a sleeping pill." Then she giggled. Becky caught on quickly and began to relax and gave the nurse one of her smiles.

Doctor Geoff returned from whatever tasks he'd just performed. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I was busy sticking my hands in the freezer so that I can properly give you an exam. You know that it is a prerequisite for all doctor's to do that just before examining someone don't you. Oh yes. It's true...says so right there in the doctors handbook," he pointed in the general direction of a bookshelf containing several medical reference books, "on page forty-nine, paragraph three. You really must check it out sometime."

Both girls laugh at Geoff's antics. "Told you he was weird." Prue shrugged.

"Ha! If you think I'm weird now, you just wait. Halloween is less than a week away, and all the weirdo's come out to play at that time,'' he snorted. "So roll up your sleeve, little girl... I vant sum o' yer bloood!' he proclaimed in a haughty Count Dracula imitation. Even though she knew this was an act he performed with all his patients, Becky realized it was working and that was helping her to work through a serious subject a bit easier.

"Told you he was bonkers." Rebecca's attendant reminded her.

"Aye" was all she could manage in between giggles.

"Nurse Cratchett," he smirked, "If you would be so kind," the doctor indicated Prue should pay attention to the proffered arm and to continue drawing the samples.

"Now Rebecca. We are going to be doing quite a few different tests today. Some of them you will not understand and none will be truly enjoyable. So, like I said, if you have any questions, or you are unsure of something, all you have to do is ask. The technician who is testing you will explain to you what they are doing to you, and do so to YOUR satisfaction, because if they do not... Well, you will have to lend them a pair of your panties, because, when I get through with them, their jockeys won't fit them anymore... Okay?"

"So, Nurse Nightingale are you almost finished over there.....SEVENTY-TWO vials!" he shouted. "Really, Florence, don't you think you should leave some blood in the patient? After all they do need to function when they leave here you know."

Rebecca's head immediately snaped around to where Nurse Walker was taking the blood. The surprised patient was relieved to see that there were only seven small vials in her tray. She giggled at her own insecurity as Prue indicated she was finishing off the last one.

"Don't worry, Becky, he does this all the time. He wants to get your blood pumping so he can hear you little heart go pitter-patter when he presses his ear against your chest." she joked back.

"Darn! Busted again" Dr. Geoff retorted. "Now shall we begin." He said in earnest this time. "Nurse Chappell," he assumed a 'Bones' accent, "If you would be so kind as to retrieve my stethoscope from the ice bucket over there, we can begin."

"Yes, Doctor," she replied. "Perhaps you would prefer the one packed in dry ice instead?" she inquired, inquisitively.

"Naw! We'll save that one for next time...It should be nice and cold by then."

"Now, Rebecca... what I am doing here is feeling your lymph nodes for irregularities. Did you know that you have over thirty of the little troublemakers in your body? No? Well, before we are done, you will know each one by its first name, how many children each has, where they went to school, all the really juicy things, you know. Really... I wouldn't lie to you ...I am a doctor you know ." Taking a small penlight he searched her eyes and said, "Pretty irises." He then examines the backs and palms of her hands finishing with a detailed inspection of her fingernails.

"Rebecca, that's a nice manicure you have there, but could you do me a favour on your next visit?"

Rebecca shrug and looks into his eyes as if to say "WHAT?"

Smiling the young doctor says "Refrain from wearing nail polish until after you have been examined, please. It makes it hard to examine your nails when I haven't got my x-ray glasses on. Okay?"

"Natasha. Will you bind our victim to the bed, while I get the electro shock therapy equipment ready, please."

"Yes, Boris!"

''Lay back, honey. The Funny Doctor wants get his free feel." Prue's hands held her soft shoulders as she directed Rebecca to lie down.

By now Rebecca was not at all sure whether to take the two seriously or not. So far they had kidded about everything they had done. Yet, somehow, both had let her know exactly when they were deadly serious.

"Thank you, nursey-poo. Now get me that funny do-hickey...the thing for banging bad bruises about the knees and the other one we use for tickling the piggies, please," was the next instructions to come from his mouth.

"Okay, Rebecca, what I am doing now is checking for any swelling or abnormalities in the abdominal area. Do you feel any pain when I press here?" he asked and once more she just knew this was one of those serious moments."No"

"How about here?"

"No"

"How about here?''

But this time, even as the words were bring spoken, Rebecca gasped sharply and reacted violently against the pressure applied.

"Sorry. A little tender there are you? Sit up please. Now Rebecca, I am going to do the same thing on your back... please tell me when I touch the sore spot? Okay?"

Once more he had no sooner said the words and she cringed, again in violent pain.

"Huummm," he sighed softly. "Prue. I want A C tests done immediately. Also, I want a rush on the creatin test! And schedule Miss Stewart for an ultra sound, contact MRI, and I want a C T scan today. I want so see the results before she leaves. Tell the Scotsman to rush it as well! Also schedule Miss Stewart for a biopsy for first thing Wednesday morning. I will perform the procedure here, on sight, myself."
"Yes, doctor," she acknowledged as she briskly left the room.

"Doctor, what did you touch back there to make it hurt so much.?" Rebecca asked.

"It's too soon to tell. The tests I have ordered will give me much more clear information, so I don't want to alarm you. However I must inform you that you are showing signs of the cancer metastasising and it may have spread to your kidneys. Tell me, does it hurt when you urinate?"

She shook her head no. "But, I have noticed that I have to try harder to pee than before and sometimes I can feel, like, a pressure inside me when I pee."

"Well, let's just see what the tests show...okay, before we get too upset about anything. Okay, I think I've seen everything I need to for now. You may put the other gown back on, if it makes you feel more comfortable."

"Thank you Doctor Geoff."

"Doctor, please... or preferably, just Geoff...okay," he pled.

"Okay. Thank you, Just Geoff." she repeats back.

"I do believe she's getting the hang of it," he remarkeds as he, too, left the room.

Becky was re-gowned when, moments later, Nurse Walker returned and indicated she was once again ready to go forth.

"Where to now?" Rebecca asked.

"Well it's almost lunch and our Scotty, never as dedicated as the Enterprise's Scotty, refuses to work thru the mid day meal...so, I guess we stop for a bite to eat...Come on, and I'll introduce you to the masters of ptomaine poisoning here in our fine cafeteria."

"My cousin is most likely waiting for me out in the reception area, may I go tell him of our plans."

"You really don't want to do that, not dressed like that, do you?"

Suddenly very aware of how she was attired, Rebecca turned the colour of an over ripe tomato and instinctively tugged at the hem of the way short gown combo.

"Here, put this on." She tossed Becky a hospital robe. "and here, slip these on your feet." and slid some disposable slippers across the floor towards her. "Now, what is your cousins name, and I will go ask them to join us."

"Are you sure?" Becky inquires. "He's a bit of a slob... and this place seems pretty sanitary. You may have to fumigate after he leaves."

"Honey, he can't be any worse than my last boyfriend. He fixes cars for a living." she laughed.

"Jeffery fixes aeroplanes." Rebecca replied. "Same thing. Grease."

"Yes, I guess you're right there, grease is grease. It still gets all over them and makes them smell bad."

Rebecca shook her head in agreement as Prue walked back trough the doors to the reception area. Returning later with Jeffery, Rebecca was astonished at the change in his appearance. Gone were the torn, grease-stained jeans and the food-splattered tee-shirt, replaced with a nice pair of poly wool slacks and a tweed jacket with a coordinating golf shirt underneath. The showered and shaved man looked at his cousin and asked. "How are the tests going Rebecca? Are they going to manage to eradicate the source of the problem?"

It was all Becky could do to prevent her jaw from hitting the floor. "J...J...Jeffery?" she stammered. "You... you...you showered and shaved, and you've combed your hair."

"Why, of course, dear cousin, I do so every day," he stated matter-of-factly. "I do this every day of my life. It is a basic human function ," he continued. "Now, since my dear cousin is unable to do the polite thing."

Turning to Prue, he extended his hand. "Jeffery Alexander Stewart," he said to Nurse Walker.

"Prudence Walker," she replied, still grinning from ear to ear, the sight of the handsome man simply too pleasant to ignore.

"I'm very pleased to meet you," Jeff said. "I do hope my cousin hasn't been too much of a bother to you and your staff. Now, I believe you ladies mentioned something about needing an escort to lunch. Oh, by the way, Rebecca, that is quite the fetching outfit you are wearing. Is that a new style I have not seen in the stores yet? It's very Unitarian."

As that infamous fiery Scottish temper began to boil up inside Becky, it was all she could do to keep from hitting her condescending relative as they marched off.
Always on the lookout for a way to impress another pretty girl, Jeff began to work his winsome male charm on Prue.

"So, Nurse Walker," he began. "It must be very interesting to work in a place such as this. You must find it very rewarding to be able to help so many people overcome this terrible disease?"

"Yes, I find it very stimulating. I try and focus the balance of my day-to-day activities on the concern, that I have for the patients here, such as your cousin."

"Here, allow me to get that door for you," Jeff offered. "After you, Ladies."

When Rebecca followed Prudence through the door, she said to Jeffery, "It won't work Cuz! I can see right through your act. You are about as real as a five dollar diamond ring. CUZ!"

Jeff gave her a wink and quickly stepped out of range, when Becky took a swing at him and groaned as she missed her intended target.

"So Prudence what seems to be the specialty of the house. I'll buy," he offered."

Oh, that isn't necessary, Jeff." Prue stated, giggling girlishly. ''I'm staff, so my meals are covered, and since Rebecca can't eat anything because of her tests this afternoon. You will only have to pay for what you eat yourself."

"What do you mean I can't eat anything?' Rebecca protests.

"Sorry pet, but you are having an ultra sound and a CT scan today. Your stomach has to be void of food in order for it to work effectively. If you like you may have a cup of tea. Black, no sugar. But I would prefer you to have a glass of water instead."

Jeff leaned over and whispered in his cousins ear "Bummer, Cuz!"

She turned, exclaimed sharply, tried to strike the much faster male again, but he was quickly out of arm's reach again, before Rebecca could raise a hand.

As they moved towards the front of the line the person serving, asked Rebecca what she would like to eat. She flatly responded. "Water, with ice...please."

Prue looked forward towards Becky and gave her a little smile and a wink.

Jeff just smiled and continued chatting up the seemingly very available Miss Walker. "You must work terrible long shifts with all the research that you do here?" he asked, the thrill of the hunt filling him now.

"Oh not really. We have it worked out so that we only work twelve-hour shifts, four days on, and then four days off. so it works out quite well. When I get off at 6 today I have four glorious days off to do what ever I want." Prue remarks.

"Really what a coincidence." Jeffery states. "I too have the rest of the week off as well." He began to sense the hunt was nearing the finish.

"Really?" came the nurses reply. She actually sounded interested.

Rebecca was smiling broadly, because she could easily see the next line coming a mile away. "Here it comes," she said quietly to no onne except her self, so softly she was certain that no one could hear.

"How would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" asked Jeff casually. He sensed victory now.

"Bingo!" Rebecca said out loud.

Jeff, gave his cousin a dirty look and continued the assault with. "Perhaps we can go see a movie, or something, or we could go to a little blues club. You know, the one just off of Richards. The one that has the finest Tapas bar in the lower mainland, or if wrestling is more your style... I can get a couple of tickets to The Female Grudge Match between Britney and Little Katie tonight at the coliseum?"

"Either of the first two, sound very nice Jeff." Prue looked at him, realized she had just been "picked up" and was amazed at how easily she had gone down for the count.

"Great!" he says. "I'll pick you up at your place say about 8:00 and then we can go for dinner, and then we'll take it from there." "VINI, VIDI, VICI"
"Fantastic."

As they tucked in to finish their meal, Prue couldn't help but notice the slight tension between the two cousins.

With the usual light chatter commonly associated with lunches Prue announced, "Well Jeff, Rebecca and I have to get back, she has an appointment that can't be missed and I have a ton of paper work I have to wade through, if I want to be out of here by six."

"Right," he said as he picked up everyone's tray and mess, and then headed off towards the trashcan. He was already wondering at which hotel to book reservations.

"Here, Jeffery you will need this, if you are going to pick me up." she says handing him her address. She was already selecting her ensemble, from the skin out, just in case, she told her admonishing conscience.

"Okay, Prue I shall see you then. Becky when do you think you will be finished here today?"

"I don't know Jeffery. As long as it takes, I guess."

"Your cousin should be ready to roll about three hours from now." Prue stated.

"Okay, I shall see you then, cousin," he flipped over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

"You aren't really going to go out with that... that Lothario, are you?" Becky asked, incredulous.

"And why not? He's very cute. Well-mannered, dresses nice, you know, Rebecca, I really do know why you think he is a slob. I thought he looked very vice."

"EEEWWWW! she shouted, throwing her arms up in frustration, as she walked back into the administration area.

"Come on, Becky. We have an appointment to keep," Prue pointed out and led her charge down the hall to Nuclear Medicine. Turning the corner she spotted the technician who operated the machines in this lab.

"Pickles!" she yelled.

"Yo!"

"Pickles. This is Rebecca... your next appointment, I believe."

"Let me check the schedule." he said." R.A. Stewart?" he asked.

"Yes!" both women answered, both noting with satisfaction the corrected chart had evidently caught up with Rebecca.

"Well, I guess Prue is right... you are my next victim. Hi I'm Bill, but everyone calls me Pic, or Pickles, or Dill, or even Gerkin. What ever! I answer to them! Most anything except, Hey, Boy!"

"Well, 'Hey Boy', you better get the lead out. Geoff wants those pictures stat."

"Get the lead out..." His eyers kept drifting to and over the lovely, nearly haked woman before him. "That's so funny...What is that an attempt at a radiology joke.?" he teased.

Turning to his next patient the tech stated. "Come on Rebecca. We mustn't keep the good doctor waiting. They get testy, if they don't get eighteen holes in, before the end of the day."

Rebecca did not get the golf joke but followed this strange man anyway.

"Okay first we are going to do an ultra sound on you." Pickles said, as they entered the darkened room. "Please remove your robe and scoot up on to the table. You can leave your slippers on if you want. Okay. That's right. Now, I want you to lift the front of your gown up to just under your chest area and leave it there."

The now frightened woman complied. As the gown comes past her crotch the technician drapes a towel over that area so as not to expose her precious area.

"Better now?" he asks.

"Uh huh," she replied cautiously, feeling totally vulnerable.

"Good. Now, you can put your arms to your side and relax. This isn't going to hurt at all. Have you had an ultra sound before?"

"Yes," she says.

"So. you know what to expect then."

Rebecca nodded her head.

"Excellent."

After about a half an hour of "Take a deep breathe...hold it!.. Now breathe...", and a lot of "Stop breathing right there. Hold it...", and lots of turning on the side. Pickles announced, "We are done... Now that wasn't all that bad was it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as he rose up from the computer screen.

"Okay, I'm going to go read these pictures. Here is a clean towel to remove the jelly. Just remain here and I'll be back in a minute... Oh and... You can get dressed... If you want..."

While she was sitting there alone in the dark, Rebecca began to get a little frightened at all that was happening. Just as she was giving in to feeling all alone in the world, Prue popped her head in through the door.

"Hi... how's it... What's the matter? Rebecca, why are you crying?"

"I don't know" she blubbered. "I just started thinking about all that is going on and I started."

"Listen, you're not to worry! Girl, you are in the hands of the best care in the country. These doc's are top notch! None finer. Trust me, I came all the way to Canada just to study with these guys.... They are the best there is!"

"Really?" she asked.

"Really. Girl Guides honour."

"You were a Girl Guide?" Rebecca sniffles. She had wanted to be a Girl Guide but it wasn't allwed.

"No.... Not really....but it sounded good... and it stopped you from crying."

"Oh... Oh, Prue. What is going to happen to me...I'm so scared."

Holding her tight against her chest, the trained professional comforted her sobbing patient. "It's too soon for anything to be conclusive, Becky, Hell. The Doctors don't even know what is going on...it's just too soon. So don't worry about it.... You could be making yourself sick over absolutely nothing... Okay?"

While all this is happening Pickles returned to see Prue consoling her patient. He quietly does an about face and slips back out in the hall without being noticed. But Prue caught the movement out of the corner of her eye.

"Come on let's dry those eyes, and let's get you straightened around. Dilly Boy must be ready for you by now, for your next test. Okay?"

With a wipe of the back of her hand to clear her cheeks, the patient nodded, and proceeded to blow her nose with the soggy tissue.

"I'll just breeze out and get some clean Kleenex for you, and you can get yourself ready for that randy vinegar soaked tech...probably prowling the halls looking for another victim."

Getting up to leave the room, Prue gave Becky a last reassuring squeeze of her hand and quickly walked out the door.

Once in the hall she slid over to Bill who was looking over some charts. Leaning back against the wall the nurse expelled a long exasperated breath.

"How's she bearing up?" asked Pic.

Prue shaking her head, replied, "Not good, Bill... On the surface she's cool and composed., but.... underneath that woman is like a frightened little child. She is very fragile, Pickles... Treat this one with kid gloves.... I only hope that Geoff's suspicions are incorrect.... God.! I hope it's not stage four.... I'm starting to like this one."

Pickles put down the chart he was reading and gave Prue a reassuring squeeze on the arm. "Come on Kiddo!" he urged, "Let's go see if we can help your friend get well. She's scheduled for the scan next."

Regaining that professional manner that is a prerequisite for all staff in the cancer ward, she put on her determined face and rejoined, "Let's do it!" as she walked back into the room with the Tech in tow.

"Okay Becky," Pickles said. "The pictures look fine. Now, we are going down the hall to the really scarey machine for the next test. We wouldn't want to keep Scotty waiting, he can get a bit ornery when he's left twiddling his thumbs, especially when he's rushed."

"Scotty?" she questions

"Ya. As in beam me up," Bill laughed. "He's from the same place as you are, so we just call him Scotsman, or Scotty for short."

"He's from Stirling?" Rebecca asked, looking puzzled at him askance as they walked down the hall.

"Don't know what town he's from, but he has that same funny accent that you have, only a lot stronger... Sometimes when he really gets to talking, I can barely understand all that he's saying."

Taking this time to take Rebecca's mind off the next test. Prue told her, "I took all your clothes and put them in a locker for you . Your name is on the outside of the locker, and whenever you come here and, you need to get undressed, or changed. You can use that same one. You may want to bring a robe and a pair of comfortable slippers and leave them here to wear when you come, and perhaps some grungies."

"Grungies?"she inquires

"Ya!.... Grungies... Slobbies... You know for slobbing around in... a pair of old sweatpants and a loose sweatshirt... Oh! . and you want to dress a little more casual when you come. We would hate to see something get spilled on that beautiful outfit you were wearing today, and it get ruined."

As they entered the MRI room a slightly rumpled man in an ill-fitting lab coat greeted them. Peering over the top of his glasses, he spoke in a broad Glaswegian accent. "Weeell there ya' are lass. I was beginin' ta' thinkin' ya' be a gettin' lost after all... it's a bein' a whole fifty feet'er more between the front desk and me workshop."

"Rebecca Stewart. I would like you to meet, The Scotsman. We call him Scotty for short, among other things, that I will not repeat in mixed company.'' Pickles said, as snidely as possible.

"I am pleased to meet you, Scotty," Rebecca shyly admitted, holding out her hand to receive his meaty paw.

"Oh! Oh Lass, Do I detect a wee bit of the God's country in yer' voice?" the large man asked as his eyes begin to twinkle.

Rebecca nodded her head vigorously as she stared into his eyes.

"Stewart.... now let me see.... You wouldn't happen to be one of those Toffy nosed Stewarts from Renfrew would ye? Paling around with all them Wallace's?" the great hulk rumbled ominously.

" I have a few relatives there," the woman admitted, brazenly puffing, ready to defend her family unabashedly.

"A Few!".... he snarled. "Aaiiee! The place be positively thick wit'em... Ya' canna toss a rock without hittin' one."

"Well, there people. I suggest you treat Miss Stewart with a little respect and honour. It's not everyday we are graced with a person with such a grand history. Her ancestors received honours at The Battle of Stirling Castle. Long before this backwood country was even thought of,'' Snapped Pickles defensively.

While Prue was leading Rebecca over to the table, the patient suddenly noticed the equipment in the room. It was every bit as frightening as Pickles had promised. Tensing slightly, she noticed the carriage they were about to put her on was surrounded by a gigantic ring. She hesitantly put her body down and looked towards Prue for reassurance. Quickly taking Rebecca's hand she smiled and gave her a wink, just to let her know that everything is all right.

"Right!" the burly Scots said. "Now, m' Lady, what we are going ta' do is put a wee needle in your arm and give you some medicine so that I can take some images of your insides. It won't hurt you, but your tummy may feel a wee bit upset. If it does, just let us know and we will help you.... Okay?.....Good.... Now Lass, I'm going to start the needle. It might feel a bit cool as it goes in but that is just normal... That's it.... Nice and easy... Got all the time in the world... Yer doin' fine... Good, almost there... Right! Okay, now we're done. Now that wasn't so bad was it?"

"Rebecca." Prue says. "You have to let go of my hand now. The doctor has to take some pictures of you now and I can't stand here."
Rebecca, suddenly realizing how much pressure she was exerting on Prue's hand, immediately dropped the lifeline, as if it was a hot potato.

While Prue made her way into the glass room off to the side of where Rebecca was laying, the Scotsman's voice could be clearly heard coming over the intercom.

"Okay now, Rebecca, I want you to close your eyes, and try and remain as still as possible. Pretend that you are a statue... Okay? Becky, the table is going to move back and forth inside that large ring that you see there in front of you, so don't be alarmed... This part should only take a few minutes... Okay? ... You ready?"

Becky weakly nodded her head as she closed her fear-filled eyes. Soon, as promised, she felt the table making a series of slow slightly jerky back and forth motions.

After about ten minutes the table stopped and Scotty appeared beside her. "You may open those beautiful eyes again, Rececca."

"That was it ?" she asked.

"No Lass... Not yet. Now, I have to put a different chemical in you. So I can compare the two readings. Just relax....it will only take a minute. He began to push on the plunger of the needle and immediately Rebecca 's stomach became upset.

"I think I'm going to be sick," she warned her attendants timidly.

"Prudence!... If you please." the doctor yelleds.

"On my way," the beautiful nurse answered as she sidles along side the table with a kidney basin and a few damp cloths.

"Okay. Becky.... Just turn your head towards me...alright.... every thing is going to be just fine...try not to move...okay....that's right ...just relax.....everything is okay...." As she is speaking to her ill patient she applied one of the cool wet cloths to Rebecca's fore head, softly wiping her face with another.

"I'm sorry for the discomfort, Lass," the doctor assured. "But, I must run this one in very slow to make sure that the dye flows evenly."

"What is that stuff" Rebecca croaks

"It's a radio active dye that shows up when I run the scanner across your body" Scotty replies, matter-of-factly. "And, I promise, you won't glow in the dark."
"Almost done.... Almost there.... Done! Now that wasn't all that unpleasant was it?" he asked in a manner much too cheerful for Rebecca's liking.

Prue's voice captured her attention once again." Okay, sweetie, turn your head towards the front again and we'll put one of these cloths over your eyes for you.... Okay?"

Becky did not answer, just complied.

The Scotsman's voice was once again heard coming to her over the intercom "Okay...Ready.... Here we go ....Remember stay just as still as possible...don't move."

After what seemed to Rebecca an eternity, the machine stopped its insistent hum, "You may open your eyes again, Rebecca," and everyone could be seen milling about. The patient sighed her relief, but was now shivering violently.

Nurse Walker quickly grabs some blankets, and deftly, with Pickles help, wrapped their charge up as though she were a mummy.

"Don't be afraid," Pickles says. " It's just the after effects of the dye. It will pass in just a few minutes," he reassures the violently shaking patient.

With both Tech and Nurse holding her to decrease the shaking. Rebecca slowly returns to normal. As the shaking decreased Prue reassured Becky that she is doing fine. "As soon as the doctor says so, I can take you to the washroom, and we can get you dressed and looking all pretty again.''

Regaining her composure, Becky assured her care-giver that she was okay. Soon she was sitting on the side of the table and Pickles had her well-wrapped in the blankets, while Nurse Walker explained the next few visits. "After Dr. Geoff has had a good long look at your tests, you and he will decide on what sort of schedule to put you on for testing." she states.

"Testing?"

"Yes, testing. It usually takes a few visits here to figure out what treatment is correct for you. You see we try and match the treatment to the patient as much as possible. Some patients however, don't have the luxury of waiting and must begin treatment as soon as possible. Fortunately for you Dr. Geoff doesn't think you have reached that stage yet... Okay ... You with me on all this so far? Good! The way it usually works is that, at the start of each and every visit you will be sent for blood work. After that you will see either me, or one of the other co-ordinators here.... Then once your blood work comes back from the lab... You will see one of the doctors on staff here.... Dr. Geoff will explain everything to you again , just so that you don't have any questions... Okay? Now, I see that crusty old geezer of a Scotsman is back. Shall we see if we can go get you dressed?"

Pickle had chosen the moment to bust in. "Prue, as much as I'd like to watch Rebecca get dressed..." He admitted with a smile. "You really don't need me there, and since I have to get some test results over to Dr. Bunn, before he falls over with a coronary. I thought I'd take off now and go do that."

"Sure, Cucumber. I think we can handle it from here... Oh, bye the way, say Hi, to Twisted for me when you deliver his reports. Now, get out of here! You pervert!"

"Thank you, Pickles, for everything," Rebecca started giggling as Pickles backed out the door kowtowing all the way.

"Yes, Mistress Walker... I shall not disappoint you... Your most worthless slave is leaving right now..."

"You guys are goofy" Becky joked.

"Helps us to release the stress," Prue answered. "Oh, Doctor?" she asked Scotty as he re-entered. "How did Miss Stewarts pictures turnout?"

"GRRREAT!" he replied, then chuckled a perfectly wicked sound. "If they were any finer. they'd be pin up material Lass."

Prudence motioned to Becky. "Come on, Rebecca, let's get out of here while we can. Before he asks you to pose for a few more stills."

Rebecca still not quite sure what to make of this jovility in the face of what should have been very serious circumstances, blindly followed Prue out the door.
The pretty nurse paused, then stopped in front of another door down the hall. While holding it open for her charge, she exclaimed, "Your boudoir awaits, Milady."

Prue indicated that she will quickly return to her, reassured her and Becky quipped, "As it should be, Wench."

Prue's startled expression drew a laugh from both of them. "Hah! I see you are catching on. That's good, cause we can not allow the seriousness of all this to get us down, Rebecca."

They sidled up to a bank of lockers, which Rebecca noticed had people's names on them, carefully printed in felt marker ink on white medical tape. She reads R. A. Stewart boldly and crisply displayed on the front of the locker in magic marker and did her best not to think of how temporary Magic Marker on Medical Tape seemed, or the reason for it being so temporary.

"I hung all your things in there, Rebecca. The washroom and showers are over there, to the right, and if you use the very first sink, you will find that it has a vanity mirror and light attached. Just a little added bonus for us ladies."

"Thank you, Prue... You have been very kind to me... I have to admit I've been as frightened as a scared rabbit today... And you have held my hand all day. Thank you."

"All in a days work" she snapped back, Trying to reassure her patient by using a convincing voice and failing. "Now come on! If you don't shake a leg, Dr. Geoff will be wondering what kept us. And with his mind, you may be sure it will be very naughty."

Becky nodded and began to obey.

"I'll be right outside at the desk when you are ready. I'll meet you out there. So, snap to it, Girl!"

"Yes, Mistress Walker," she said, trying to imitate Pickle from a few minutes earlier, kowtowing until the other girl was gone.

Letting the door close behind her, Prue thought to herself."Damn me! I have no business allowing myself to become so attached to any of my charges."

Rebecca quick as a wink divested herself of the Unitarian hospital garments, chucking them into the big laundry cart that was standing against the wall. Opening her locker she began to remove her dainties from their storage area. Coming across the girdle, she remarked aloud, "Oh, Ya! Like I'm going to put this thing back on. My hips are still smarting from this morning!" She mentally cursed herself for being so stupid this morning. "If only you had taken the time to do it properly, but no...you were so concerned about looking good and how late you were running, didn't even consider comfort," she chastised herself while primping in the mirror.

Soon the effort that she is made repair her face took form. Finally nodding at her reflection coming into focus in the mirror, smiling at her self, she once again applied her perfume, walking through the softly scented mist. Checking her stocking seams one more time in the mirror, she dashed for the bench in front of her locker to put on her slip and skirt, and finished up by buttoning her jacket.

Noticing a full-length mirror on the wall over by the washroom exit, as she slipped into her shoes, she grabbed her hairbrush, never forgetting the small pump bottle of hair spray from her purse, then moved to pose before it, gazing critically at her reflection there and pushing her hair back into place.

"God what a rats nest!" she gasped aloud. "Girl, you had better be able to perform miracle! Ghad, just look at that mop." she continued. "Oh well... I will only have to put up with it for a few more weeks." She suddenly realized the implications of what she'd just said, and felt her soul sliding down the steep slope of despair. Stopping her mind in mid-thought, she says to the mirror. "NO! I WILL NOT CRY!... I just won't permit it.... I have to be strong!... " Some how she knows that this sort of fierce determination is what it will take to make her feel better about her situation, and briefly it does.

Becky looked into the mirror and proclaimed to her self. " Rebecca Anne Stewart! You will work thru this! You are not finished with this body yet! There are things I intend to do with you yet.... So just get a hold of yourself and buckle up, cause it's going to be a shakey ride!"

Considering that was very likely the best she was going to accomplish with her hair, she retrieved her lipstick and coated her lips, and then puckered for the mirror. She gave herself a wink and thought, "Now, go out there and knock them dead, girl!"

Taking one last look around, to see she had forgotten nothing, she sashayed through the door into the administration office. Seeing Prue on the computer at the desk she asked her if there was a phone available somewhere that she could use. Looking up at Rebecca, the nurse stared for a second and then smiled back at the woman in front of her.

"Sure... If you want a little privacy go down to Pickles office, he's still over at VGH running an errand. Just punch nine for the outside line."

"Thanks Prue" Becky said and clipped her way down the corridor.

Sitting at Pickles' desk she reached into her jacket pocket to retrieve the business card that she'd put there earlier. Dialling the number on the card, she smiled as she listened to it ring.

"Bob Arnold here!" the voice reported. His voice was mellow and caused her to tingle all over.

"Hello Bob... It's Rebecca."

"Well, I was wondering when you were going to call... Rough first day?"

"I've had better... but I'm fine," she answered back carefully, "At the moment."

"So... Do you feel still feel like dinner this evening?"

"Well, that's why I was calling you Bob, I'm still here at the clinic and I haven't even picked up the key to my apartment yet.... and I have to change ....and I'm - "

"Sounds as though you need someone to put a little joy back into your day." he suggested, cutting her off again.

"Bob... I got - "

"Listen." he says I'm almost done here. Why don't I have Martin swing by and pick you up. He's a marvel at sorting out little problems."

"But..." Rebecca attempted to inject.

"He'll grab your bags and bring you back to my hotel. I'll book you a room and you can stay here tonight. The restaurant I booked for us is in the lobby of my hotel, so that will make it nice and convenient."

"But what about my landlord. I was supposed to pick up the keys tonight and move into my apartment."

"Well... phone your landlord and tell him you'll pick them up tomorrow, Or... you could have your Cousin do it. He should be able to handle that, shouldn't he?"

"All right! I surrender... God, you are persistent," she resounded, laughing lightly.

"But, of course I am," now doing a Count Dracula imitation. "Good now do you have a pen and paper handy?" Robert asked.

"Just hold on a second please." Frantically searching the desk for the required instruments, she finally found both! Huummm...Pickles very well organized, she realized off-handedly, adding height to his stature in her mind, already somewhere over Mt. Aetna.

"Okay... Go ahead."

"Right... now copy this number down." He then proceeded to give her the info. "Now, you call Martin at about ten minutes before you are ready to go, and he'll be there to pick you up... Now, don't worry, I'll inform him as to the plan... Okay?" Bob continued.

"But... Hold it... what is this restaurant like that we are going to...I will need to know so that I can change."

"Don't worry about it... I'll take care of everything... You just make the call...All right?" he reassured her. "Okay... I'll see you in a little while... Okay?"

"Yes..."

"Bye for now."

Rebecca hungup the phone, a bit stunned at how easily he had taken over everything for her, and asked the empty room, "Now, what've I gotten myself into?"
Just as she swung out of the office chair, she was interrupted by the explosive return of Pickles. Her heart lept.

"Hi there...May I help you?" he inquired. Suddenly a look of astonishment floods his features, quickly replaced by one of recognition. "Rebecca?" he asked. "Wow... You look incredible in that outfit... I knew I shouldn't have left you and Prue to run that errand... Honey. You look marvellous!" Imitating the old Saturday Night Live character.

"Thank you," she blushed lightly. "I hope you don't mind me using your phone... Prue said it was all right... I didn't mean to intrude. I had to find a pencil and paper to copy a number..."

"No worries, mate," was the tech's reply. "Anything... anything at all for a beautiful woman, such as you."

"Oh, Pickles... You flatterer... You could charm flowers off of wallpaper with that tongue," Becky laughingly rejoined.

"Well... There's one I've never heard before... Charm flowers off wallpaper. That is a good one."

"All right you two! What are you doing in there?" Prue shouted through the door. "You! Vinegar Boy! Leave the poor girl alone... Come along, Rebecca... Dr. Geoff has your test results, and he's waiting back in number three for us."

"Okay," she replied. "See you later, Romeo." Becky added, as she intentionally wiggled her way out of his office. The idea he was watching every movement of Prue and her as the moved accross the room made her giddy.

Both Becky and Prudence broke up at the look on the man's face. As the pretty pair made their way down the hall, infectious laughter could be heard from one end to the other.

"My, someone's in a good mood." The doctor noted as the pair entered the room giggling. "Please, have a seat, Rebecca, and I'll tell you what we have so far,'' the man said as he indicated the chair opposite him. "We don't have an awful lot as of yet, so there isn't a lot I can tell you at this time... We have confirmed finding a growth in your left kidney... We are not sure of the intensity of the growth or whether it has metastases at all... It's just too soon, so I can't even tell you what to do at this point and time... The assessment process usually takes a about a week, but can run any where up to 2-3 weeks, for a proper evaluation, and treatment schedule. What I am going to suggest we do is put you on some vitamins and a few blood related products, in attempt to build up some of those properties... I would like to continue the assessment...say three times a week... Lets see here..." He checked his day planner. "Well, let's just keep this simple... Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.... How's that?" he asked.

Rebecca just sat and nodded her head up and down. Once again she was stunned to realize how little of her life remained in her control.

"Any questions?" Geoff asked.

"Is my disease... um... a ..."

"Treatable?" He asked. "Most forms of cancer are treatable, Rebecca... The question is finding the correct treatment for you that is most effective at eradicating the cancer from your body."

"Will I die?" the anxious woman asked.

"Rebecca... I am not going to lie to you and tell you everything is airy-fairy, and that in a week or two you will be fine...because that's not true... The truth is... we just don't know right now... Yes you have Hepatic Cancer... The amount of damage it has done to you is still being assessed... but I can tell you this. Once we find the correct procedure for you, we will do everything in our power to make sure you walk out of here a healthy and happy woman... Okay? All right now, don't you worry about it? Right now, that's our job... You just get lots of rest... and I will see you at 7 wednesday morning."

Rebecca looked into the Doctor's face and seeing a slight smile there, returned one of her own to him.

Reaching down to take both of her hands in his he urged, "Don't worry... Everything is going to be just fine... I haven't lied to you... yet... " he joked.

The woman returneds the smile again and with a shake of her head informed him that she believed he is right. "Please, don't ever start?"

"Okay... always the stark truth. Now, I'll see you bright and early Wednesday... Prue will give you all the details."

And with that said and done, he turned and briskly walked from the room to console the next patient.

"Come on, Becky... Lets see if we can't get you out of here in the next five minutes... Okay?" The nurse stated as she grabbed Becky's elbow and escorted her out of the exam room and into the hall again. The thought that she just might get a chance to see the handsome cousin just once more time some how urged her to hurry the process.

They stopped in front of the Prue's desk and Becky asked. " The doctor is pretty busy isn't he?"

The overworked nurse looked up from the forms she had begun assembling and said, "Huummm... That is an understatement.... Between Geoff and the other three doctors we have on staff here, we look after almost 200 patients on a regular basis."

Rebecca was astonished by the information and she began saying, "Wow, that's a lot.... I never knew that there are that many people in this area with cancer."

"And getting more every year," Prue added, as she continued her task.

"You and the rest of the staff must be really over-worked."

"Tell me about it!" was the pixie nurse's almost hot reply.

"Can they hire more staff to help out?"

"Can't. We have to stay with in our budget, and there is just not enough money," Nurse Walker added not even trying to cover the note of aggrivation colouring her tone.

"Well that's just down right stupid!" Rebecca forcefully asserted. "Health care is an important part of our society... with out it, we are no better than...than....than... I don't know what... but its idiotic to count pennies when it comes to peoples health!"

"Well, that's just the way it is, Rebecca... If you feel that strongly about it... Why don't you write your member of parliament, and tell him how you feel.... Maybe if enough people do it... We just might see some change." It was only with the greatest of difficulty she hid the sarcasm she felt in her heart.

"I might just do that, Prue!" the determined woman remarked forcfully.

"Now, let's see if I have everything." Prudence finishied off her sorting. "Okay, this is a schedule of your appointments for the next week or so... OH!... Have you arranged for someplace to stay while you are here? You won't be able to go back and forth on the ferry all the time?"

Rebecca informed her that she had indeed rented a small apartment just a short walk from here on a short-term lease.

"Good." Prue agreed. "Because there will be some days that you will just be too tired to go any distance... and once you start treatment all you will want to do is go home and go to bed anyway."

The concerned nurse looked into Rebecca's eyes to see how she was coping with this. Convinced that the older girl was still holding up, she continued. "Okay... Here are some forms and questionaires for you to look over and fill out and answer for us... And this is some information on what you can expect to see in the next little bit... If you have any questions about what your are reading just highlight them..."

The nurse smiled while handing Becky a bright yellow highlighter, and continued on. "And write the questions that you have right on the sheets if you like... Now this is a standing order for your blood test that you will have every visit from now on, so don't loose this card," she instructed and handed the card to her. "You can not have anything to drink or eat after midnight, the night before your next appointment, so remember that... Prue paused to make sure Becky was following along and understood all the information she was bombarding her with.

"Dr. Geoff has requested that he wants your energy levels to be at their lowest point when they test you ... Probably so that they can make a base line to evaluate your progress... So remember that! Don't forget to wear something casual for Wednesday... unless you like wearing that gooney gown you had on today... Oh! and don't forget a robe and some slippers as well... Well, I guess that's about it...Have any questions?" Prue finished on an inquisitve note.

Rebecca shook her head as she began looking at all the information that had been passed to her. " No more than a million, but not one comes to mind at the moment." She added almost silently.

"Then...we're done!" Prue announced, rising from her chair.

Nurse Prue occupied her self by escorting Rebecca back out to the reception area where Jeffery was having a heated argument about The States involvement in Iraq. "The Yanks should keep their noses out of other peoples business. Then they would not have all these problems... that they create for themselves."

Realizing that Prue and Rebecca had just entered the room, he ended his discussion and quickly jumped to his feet.

"Hi," he greeted boldly. Though he spoke to Becky, his eyes were on the lovely nurse Prue. "How did it go?... Hello Prue," he added, wondering how she would look in civvies.

The nurse wiggled her fingers at him and smiled, unable to stop the tiny tremors of anticipation tickling her in all her wicked little "right" places.

"Fine.... We can go now if you want...that is if you are finished resolving the worlds problems.?"

Both her and Prue laughed at the last statement, the only ones not smiling are Jeffery and the other two men he was holding court with.

With a sweep of his hand he announced, "Your chariot awaits Madam... Prue I shall see you again in just a few hours." With that, the cousins were out the door.

When they reached the sidewalk, Rebecca stopped and snarled, "Damn! I was supposed to make a phone call... Jeffery we have to go back inside."

"No, we don't...here use my cell phone. All you have to do is punch in the number and press send," he instructed as he handed her the palm size device and the trek to Jeffery's "The Beast" was resumed.

Rebecca was lost in her own little world, trying to compose what she was going to say to the upcoming call's intended recipient. She was quite oblivious to her surroundings until Jeffery was standing before her, holding open the door to a magnificent metallic blue BMW.

"Where did you steal this from? " she smirked at her cousin.

"I didn't. It's mine.... This is my everyday car... I only drive The Beast, as you call it, to work and back.... I had to work on that Huey till four this morning...and rather than drive home, change, and come back to get you, I decided to catch a few Z's on the couch in the cafeteria at the hanger. And that, me dear Cuz, is why I was dressed like you saw me this morning," Jeff finally explained.

"Oh. I'm sorry Jeffery... What must you think of me... I really gave you a rough time about being such a slob, didn't even stop to think that there might be a reason you were dressed that way... Please except my appologies, Jeffery... I truly am sorry.," she pleads.

"Hey ain't no big thing, CUZ!" he exclaimed, momentarily slipping back into his uneducated inner city tuff guy persona.

Sliding into the expensive auto, the woman was really impressed at the difference in Jeffery since this morning. As Jeff slid into the driver's side and secured his door and seatbelt, she grinned at him, "Nice car, too."

"Why thank you." he says "Do you recognize it ?" he then asked and casually affixed her seatbelt for her.

"No, was I supposed to?" Becky questioned.

"It's the same model and everything as the one in that James Bond movie," he bragged. "As soon as I saw the movie... I said 'I have got to have that car! So, I went out and I bought one," he finished, bragging on his purchase some more.

"Oh, that is nice, Jeffery." She really DID try to sound impressed.

Rebecca then began the short search for the number that she was to call. Delicately punching the numbers with the pads of her fingers she silently prayed to herself, I do hope he is there.

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~Next: #4 [Xanadu].~

More [Hot Crossings]

~HOT~
~CROSSINGS~

Part 4
~XANADU~

By: Rebecca Anne Stewart.

With special thanks to Christy Lake & Misty Dawn

~XANADU~

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The powerful car had no more than pulled away from the curb, when the phone in Rebecca's hand signalled that her call was ringing. It was answered after the third ring.

"Hello? Bob Arnold here."

"Bob. It's Rebecca."

"Where are you?" he asked politely, "Martin has been standing by waiting for your call. I thought you would be at the hotel by now."

"Bob, the reason I'm calling is... Well... I'm going to have to cancel for tonight. It's been a really rough day... and all I really want to do is slide into a nice warm bath and relax. I still have to pick up the key at the landlord's yet, and unpack... and well, to be honest Bob, I would not be very good company tonight."

"That bad a day huh?" he grimaced. "Okay, I understand. I don't blame you. If my day was half as stressful as yours has been, I'd probably feel the same way... Perhaps another time then?" he hinted sadly.

"I would like that very much Bob," Becky replied sincerely.

Realizing that she isn't giving him the brush off after all, he quietly began the offensive again. "Listen. I have a bit of business to take care of in the morning, and then I was going to drive back to Renton in the afternoon. I could put that on hold and maybe we can do something tomorrow. I don't have to be at The Lab until Wednesday afternoon... Why don't you go have your bath, relax, and give me a call later on tonight, after you've had some rest? Okay?"

"Okay Bob. I can do that," the little voice replied. Why am I making it so easy for him?

"Okay I'll talk to you in a few hours from now then. Bye for now."

"Bye" she replied, ending the call.

While Becky had been on the phone, Jeffery had been piloting the car towards the Kerrisdale district to pick up the key for her new home. Winding along the street they made their way past the old stately homes, Rebecca thought that this looked like it was probably one of the very nicest of the city's neighbourhoods. Soon the houses give way to a little commercial area. And once again impressed by the architecture of the area, she wondered silently, "There are some nice and very interesting little shops around here. I'm going to have to come back and do a little window shopping of my own."

As the Beemer slowed at a cross walk, the spirited woman noticed the busy afternoon shoppers trying to tidy up those last minute things one recalls to pick up on the way home, and smiled at the resemblance to an ant colony. Turning right off of Fourteenth Avenue they pulled up in front of an Edwardian styled building and stopped.

"We're here." Jeff announced as he turned off the car.

Making their way into the shop that Jeff had conveniently parked in front of, Rebecca thought, "Too cute," smiling at the pleasant sound a little brass bell announced their entrance. They were met by the receptionist, who greeted them with a cheerful, "Good afternoon welcome to Doman Management. My name is Miss Sabrina. How may I help you?" She barely took her eyes off her typing.

Clearing his throat Jeffery announced, "Yes. My name is Jeffery Stewart and this is Rebecca Stewart. I believe we have an appointment with Herb."

"One moment, I'll see if MISTER Doman is available," she returned haughtily, then, at her own time, halted her typing and lifted the phone from its cradle with a small flourish. After punching a few buttons, she spoke meticulously into the receiver. "Excuse me, MISTER Doman, but there is a...a couple out here who say that they have an appointment with y..." she paused as though just she had been interrupted, "Yes, Sir!" her eyes flicked over the odd couple as she paused again, "Right away, Sir!" With a curious look at the headset, as if in disbelief of the something just said to her, she cradled the instrument and looked at the mismatched couple. "If you would please have a seat, Mister Doman will be right out to see you."

"THANK you," Jeffery snubbed, deliberately turning his back to her.

"Jeffery!" was all Rebecca needed to say to him while giving him that "one eyebrow raised" look all irritating children soon learn to recognize as, "That's enough!"

Moments later Herb Doman bursts forth from his office and greeted the pair. "Jeff! How you doing, you old hacker?" he shouts exuberantly, startling the prim Miss Sabrina, while rounding the corner from his office.

"Not bad, Herb. Not bad at all... If you please, Herb, this is my cousin Rebecca." Jeffery introduced her to the man as he is shaking his hand.
"Oh yes. I am very pleased to meet you, Rebecca. Wish it were on better circumstances. Sorry to hear about your illness." he soothed as he deftly lifted and kissed the back of Becky's petite hand.

"Thank you Mr. Doman... You are very kind," she replied with cordiality uncommon. Noting the very proper Miss Sabrina watching with a disapproving eye, Becky smiled and was unable to resist a sly wink. The girl huffed and turned back to her duties.

"Call me Herb... I reserve that Mr. stuff for the staff and the flunkies." the rotund man announced, then led the way into his office.

"Sabrina! Hold ALL my calls! I will out in a few minutes. Thank you." He directed the stunned receptionist as he walked away without waiting for her to answer. True to his word not 15 minutes later they are back laughing and joking as they walk.

"Okay Jeff. I'll call you with our tee-off time for Saturday... Oh, by the way, it's your turn to buy lunch," the jolly owner informed the couple.

"Herb, I knew there was a catch doing business with you," the cousin quipped lightly.

"All in a days business, Son... And Rebecca, nice to meet you." he offered and once again reaches for her hand.

"Thank you for your time Herb. I do so appreciate you taking the time to find me a place on such short notice," the ever polite, Becky stated.

"Not a problem, Rebecca... it's what I do. I should thank your cousin for bringing you here today. It is always much more pleasant working while helping friends."

The tinkle of the bell was heard once again and they were off. Back in the car, headed back along Fourteenth Street, back towards the hospital again, Jeffery remarked, "That wasn't all that bad now was it?"

"No. He seemed like a very nice man." Becky had been impressed.

Very soon the car slowed down and finally came to a stop in front of one of the most impressive of the very old homes lining both sides of the lane that Rebecca had been appreciating earlier. She stared in astonishment at the very large three-story house. "Jeffery are you sure this is the right address?" she asked wonderingly.

"Yup! Checked it out my self. You are going to like this Beck. I guarantee it."

With the woman trailing slightly in awed disbelief, they make their way along the flagstone path, and up the columned stair to the impressive veranda. Standing before them was an immense solid oak door with brass knocker and handle. Taking the keys from her purse Rebecca fumbled for the correct one and slid it home. An impressive "click" was heard and she pushed down on the tongue of the door hardware to release the catch and thrust inward. The three inch thick door opened effortlessly, as if suspended on air, and they quietly entered into the vestibule. While Jeffery turned to close the door Rebecca noticed several touches that had been added to make the place seem even more impressive. The inlaid marble floor, the solid brass gang mail box recessed into the wall, the bevelled glass door leading into the main part of the apartment building. Smiling she fits her next key into that tumbler as well.

The expanse of the incredible house was suddenly becoming apparent. Her eyes lifted skyward at the arced stairwell with its carved wooden banisters that rose majestically to the third floor. Amazed eyes took in the crystal chandelier that was hanging some thirty feet above her head. "Not bad digs, eh?" Jeff remarked laughing softly. "Wait till you see your apartment... Come on it's on the second floor," he announced, bounding lightly up the stairs in front of her.

Still awed at the house she follows him taking in every detail as she toils behind him. Upon reaching the second floor Rebecca spoke to herself, "God, I'm glad I don't live on the third floor... I'd never make it."

Catching her breath, she took a good look around and quietly proceeded down the wood paneled corridor to a large wooden door, in front of which Jeff had paused and stood waiting, impatiently. Inserting yet another key into another lock mechanisms, she turned it and heard that distinct click all high quality security locks make. With a positive gesture, she pushed down on the brass door lever, and this very large and impressive door also opened as quietly and with as little effort as the main door downstairs.

Giggled like an excited debutante, Rebecca felt like skipping through the door onto the hardwood floor at the entrance. Gazing at the large mirror hanging on the wall above the Sheraton hall table, she found she was faced with the decision of which way to proceed, left or right?

Choosing left, she rounded the corner into the parlour. This suite is indeed fully furnished. In front of a tastefully detailed mantle and fireplace, two overstuffed chintz love seats had been placed facing one another across a space, which included an antique highly polished replica Queen Anne coffee table between them. Her eyes wander over to the inset bookshelves along one wall and stop on the ten foot tall double French doors that lead outside to her own private little balcony. She makes her way over to them and gazes out side at the courtyard and gazebo she noted on the neatly trimmed lawn below. "I am very impressed," she commented silently. "Jeffery has earned a big hug and kiss for this one."

Jeffery returning from the bedroom adjacent to her position suddenly broke the dawdling daydream. "Okay, I put those bags on the bed and I'll just nip back down and grab some more...back in a tic," he announced, striding masterfully across the room.

"Hold on, and I will give you a hand," she called, following him as fast as she could in her sharp heels.
"No. You just stay here and explore a bit.... I'll be right back...it won't take me long, and besides, from the expression I saw marring that beautiful face when you reached the top of those stairs... you could use a rest."

Unable to come up with a valid argument to counter Jeffery's point, she conceded and nodded her head in agreement. "I'll just start putting everything away." Becky replied, meekly giving in as she waved her fingers in the air towards the bedroom.
The extremely feminine action puts a smile on Jeffery's face and he once again resumes his quest.

Entering the bedroom she was awestruck with the sheer beauty of this old mansion. The bedroom was very tastefully decorated with what appeared to be an antique triple dresser with gilt bevelled mirror above it. And up against the wall was a honest-to-goodness four-poster bed complete with curtained canopy and step stool. She slid both hands over the ornate, carved woodwork and quietly appreciated the remarkable Old World craftsmanship, certain that only a journeyman jointer had produced such a work of art. She settled her pert buns onto the raised mattress surface and smiled as her eyes once again drifted over the room's accouterments finally coming to rest on the curtains covering the windows.

Sliding off the bed onto the thick carpet she makes her way over to the tall window and pushes back the curtains to let in what is left of the afternoon light. Giggling like a little schoolgirl, she hugged her arms to her body and twirled around with delight. Next, Rebecca made her way into the master bath to see what had to be the largest soaker tub ever made. "Oh, my god!'' she exclaimed aloud. " Am I ever going to put that gorgeous creature to good use," she thought, smiling broadly, quietly imagining how it will be.

Becky then wandered across to the ornate vanity, her tall spike heels echoing on the Italian tile floor, and minutely inspected the area for the prerequisite plugs, lighting, and adequate counter space every girl needs to make her self look beautiful. Her search was interrupted by a loud 'oomph' coming from Jeffery slinging another load of he suitcases upon to the bed.

Rushing over to her cousin, Rebecca made good on her promise of earlier and rewarded Jeffery with a huge hug and a kiss. "Thank you, Jeffery!" she stated suddenly shy. "This place is beautiful."

The tender moment was sudden rudely broken by the soft, but insistent chirping of Jeffery's cell phone. Flipping open the cover he lifted the aggravating device it to his ear and snapped, "YO!" into the microphone. "Oh, hi, Dave. How's it going? Nope not tonight... got a hot date... none of your business who... you don't know her, I just met her... No! She's a nice girl, and damn cute too... Ha, ha, ha! Very funny... You wouldn't know what to do with a nice girl, you big slob!

"Listen, do you and Paul still want to go to that Wrestling thing at the dome tonight? Yes the one with Britney, and Little Katie. Well...what if I told you that I have two tickets for the main vent in the blues just off centre? No... I really don't think I would want to be kissed by you... but thanks for offering anyway. Nothing... All you have to do is go to my house and pick them up....

"They're pinned to the corkboard in my office... No... You don't have to... really... they're comps'... just enjoy.... okay? Okay, How about this? You owe me a beer or two, our next pub night. How's that? Right. Catch ya' later tater'." Ending his session, he abruptly flipped the cover closed and deposited the intrusion back into his jacket pocket.

Turning, he saw that his cousin had already begun unpacking and hanging away clothes in the large armoire dominating one entire wall. Jeff once again resumed his journey to retrieve the rest of Rebecca's belongings.

Once the chore had been completed, the cousins grinned at each other in the small, but functional, in-suite kitchen. "I'd kill for a cuppa' right about now," the older cousin stated. "You want me to run you to the Safeway? So you can pick up a few things?"

"That would be really nice if you would. I would really appreciate it, Jeffery. I'm all but knackered," she stated flatly, silently refusing to budge.

"Hey. Not a problem, just add it to the list of favours you already owe me. Besides I got a couple of hours to kill before I pick up Prue, and it's not worth driving home now, just to turn around and come back... Come on an' grab your bag then, geil and we'll motor!" he ordered, assuming a soft Scottish roll with his words.

Rolling her eyes with a pained expression, the pretty pixie pranced away toward the bedroom. "Just give me a moment to get out of these heels and I'll be right with you." Rebecca firmly closed the door behind her, and in what had to be the all-time-land-speed-record-for-a-woman-changing-clothes, emerged in mere moments wearing a white, angora sweater, a pair of very tight, designer blue jeans, with a pair of tennies, on her feet. "Just let me run a brush thru my hair and we will be off." Becky then snatched up her purse from the end table and disappeared back into the room. Again in just mere moments, she reappeared, freshly made up, her hair tied back with a ribbon adorning the perky ponytail.

"Well? Are you not ready?" she asked the bewildered cousin as she made her way towards the massive front door.

"Ah... Ya," he replied, while returning to earth, and realizing he had been staring at his very striking cousin. Quickly making sure everything is secure, they made their way down the ornate staircase and out to 'The Bondmobile.'

"There's a Safeway on Twelfth and Cambie,'' he told her as the powerful little big-boy-play-toy accelerated with determination down the busy city street towards their "Gastronomic Aide Station" destination.

Jeffery knew there would be no problem parking his vehicle this time, and cruised directly thru the entrance of the underground arcade. Quickly taking the escalator up to the shopping concourse they enter the mega food giant. Years of shopping experience came in extremely handy in the bustling unfamiliar store and Rebecca soon had a respectable pile of goodies on the conveyer belt.

The clerk smiled cheerfully and expertly rang everything in. Returning one of her own smiles, Becky picked up the December copy of Cosmo and idly leafed thru through the gaily-printed pages while waiting for the final tally. Just before the clerk totalled everything, Rebecca added the magazine to the procession and then opened her purse and held her Safeway Points Card in readiness of the pronouncement of the damage to her checking account.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Your total is one hundred, eighty-six dollars and seventy-three cents, please?"

Wistfully wishing there was a less expensive way of providing nourishment to the body, the experienced shopper handed the cashier her Debit Card, then returned both cards to the pocket provided in her petite purse for them when the business was finally pronounced transacted.

Jeffery just looks on, awed at how this small pile of food and accessories could possibly total $186.73.

The beautiful blue jeaned bagger with bouncing breasts pushed the shopping cart carrying plastic bags bursting with their purchases. As the gorgeous girl wheeled the wonky cart towards the elevators, Rebecca announced, "Twenty minutes... Not bad time, considering it was a new store."

Throughout the whole ordeal Jeffery had said less than two words, like all men, detesting the entire suggestion of any sort of shopping trip.

When they had returned to the 'estate', as Jeff called it, they pulled around the corner, located an almost hidden driveway, and motored into the protected garage where Jeff parked his car and pressed the clicker to shut the large door.
"You even have your own parking spot," he told her with a small laugh and lifted the boot lid to retrieve the fortune in foodstuffs.

Rebecca, unsure of where to go, followed Jeff's lead while he led her through another doorway and in to the main part of the building. "Key please," he requested of his cousin, who was forced to put down her bundles to dig in her handbag for the second-to-last key. Inserting it into the lock, turning it, hearing that now familiar sound assured them both that this passageway is now open.

Stepping through the door, Becky asked, "What's the last key for?"

"Oh, that is for that door right there.'' He indicated with his head as he walked past it.

"What's in there?"

"Oh that's just the utility room, and the pool." Jeff answered with a nonchalant shrug. "Oh! And I think there are an exercise room and a sauna in there as well. Herb said something about it the other day."

After the climb to the second floor Becky performed the turnkey function ahead of her now struggling cousin. Putting the bags on the counter he looked at his watch and announced that he still has lots of time. Being the ever-perfect hostess Rebecca offered to make him a sandwich while he waited.

"Naw! That's okay," he says. "I'll be having dinner in a couple of hours and I hate to spoil it."

"Okay. How about I make you a pot of tea?" she asked, looking in Jeff's direction for the answer. A non-committal shrug was all she got back. "Probably rather have a cold beer. It I know Jeffery. Well that is just tough, because I do not have any... and besides, he is going out tonight. If it was I, and he showed up with alcohol on his breath, I would not be impressed. All of this was running thru her head as she put the groceries in their new homes.

Searching the cupboard she found a serviceable stainless steel kettle with the whistle on it. Half filling it with water from the tap she half cursed aloud for not picking up a Brita water filter while at the shops. "Next time!" she reminded her reflection in the shiny surface as she placed the kettle on burner, getting it started. Turning the handle on the gas stove, she searched for a teapot and filled it with hot water from the sink.

"Jeffery? Where are you taking Prue tonight?" she asked, suddenly noticing the younger cousins absence.

"Eh?" Jeffery from the other room, as a sport broadcast began to erupt from the monster-screen television he had managed to locate and activate. "Oh... I don't know how about the Silver Dollar Cafe."

"I've never heard of it." Rebecca shouts back.

"It's a coffee shop near Main on Hastings." Jeff shouts back, as he is watching a talking head give the rundown of latest NHL stats.

Although Becky had never heard of the cafe, she was familiar with the area that her cousin was referring to, and realized it just happened to be one of the most unsavoury neighbourhoods in Vancouver, if not all of Canada. "That ought to really impress a nice girl like Prue," she retorted snidely.

With out removing his eyes from the sports news and his finger never leaving the remote button, "Yup," he returned rather distractedly, "That's what I thought."

In the kitchen, lofting big eyes heavenward, his cousin had to wonder if he had even heard what she had said. At that point the kettle began to sing its head off. Taking the teapot and emptying the hot water out she plops two bags of Tetley's into before silencing the now frantic kettle. Filling the pot she called back to Jeffery.

"Okay Wise Guy! Where you really taking her?" The older cousin wriggled her way out of the kitchen with a tray, complete with two cups and saucers, teapot, cream, sugar, a couple of spoons and a small plate filled with Burns Scottish Shortbread Cookies. She sat the presentation on the table between Jeffery and the television and purposely stands in a manner blocking his view and then repeated her question. "Where are you taking her? I hope it's someplace nice?" she added.

Trying to see around her, he twisted the upper portion of his body in futile effort to continue watching the program. "It's a nice little tapas bar just off Richards... and then I'm taking her to a little blues club I know of and watch Jim Byrnes play for a bit. After that my plans are open... we'll just play it by ear. Okay, you happy now?"

"Yes dear." Becky replied, just like a concerned mother would. "Now have a piece of shortbread and fix your tea."

Watching him with humour mixed with curiosity, picking up the sugar bowl, and then grimacing as he proceeds to put three heaping spoonfuls of the white sugar into his tea. Giving it a half-hearted, distracted stir, he than added a huge dollop of cream to it and then with a small smile of triumph, pronounced it ready. Finally adding the ultimate capper, he, grabbing a piece of the short bread, even as Becky attempted to hand him a napkin to put it on, then shoved the whole thing into his mouth and mumbled, "FANX!"

Shaking her head, the delicate female spat, "Men." It seemed the only correct epitaph coming to her mind at that moment.

While sitting across from her cousin, Rebecca slowly sipped her tea; she smiled as she is taken in the elegant decor and the near-regal layout of the room. Her eyes followed the crown moulding around the room, until her attention directed back to the inset bookcases. Carefully rising, with teacup and saucer in hand, she smoothly made her way over for a closer inspection and discovered hard covers by James Lee Burke, Michael Connelly, Minette Walters, even noticed some Dick Francis and some old Robert Parker.

"Wow!" she sighed softly, but aloud. "Who ever put this collection together sure knew what they were doing in the mystery department. There are quite a few heavy weights in here!" Becky discovered more authors from days gone past, some old Chandler, and even a sizable collection of Earl Stanley Gardner. She smiled as she began dreaming about the nights she would spend curled up on the loveseat, rereading some of these fine old, "Whodunit's", in front of a roaring fire built high purposely to take off the autumn chill.

A few minutes later, when both cousins had finished their tea she smoothly collected the debris, stacking the delicate china carefully in the dishwasher and placing the rest of the pieces of the welcome repast in the appropriate spots in the small kitchen.

"What time are you picking Prue up?" The inquisitive girl, still unable to believe a girl as intelligent as Prue would FALL for such corn as her cousin had dished up, asked, when leaving the kitchen on her way to the linen cupboard, to get some dish towels for the wash up.

"Gotta leave after the news is over," the cousin announced, in a robotic voice, his eyes never leaving the TV screen in front of him.

Completing the kitchen chore with little effort, she returned the bedroom to finish putting her things away in the appropriate places. Hefting the last case up on the bed, she was slightly startled when Jeff stuck his head around the corner to ask if she needs anything more before he leaves.

"You off then Jeffery?" she asked. Jeffery mumbled something unintelligible and bobbed his head up and down at the same time.

"Here," he said shoving a tiny phone at his much smaller cousin. "Take this... Just in case...for emergencies."

"But... I don't need this. I'm not going anywhere," she argued.

"Darn it, Becky, I checked. The phone isn't connected, so you can't get a hold of anybody if you need help... and besides I have my beeper... If anybody needs me they can page me... I'm sure Prue will let me use hers if need be."

"Are you sure?" she queried again.

In his best Aussie imitation, Jeff remarked, "No worries mate!"

"Okay. You have fun... and I will see you tomorrow... okay?''

"Ya... I'll be here at the crack of dawn in the morning to pick you up... NOT!" he joked. I'll stop in when I get here... It probably won't be too early though...depends what tonight brings," he grinned wolfishly and shrugged, while walking towards the door. Somehow the posture, his attitude, something about his manner, conveyed the message that Prue was going to have to be on her toes or wind up looking at him across a breakfast table.

Rebecca followed him to the door. "Okay. Really, you have fun tonight, and don't get too loaded... You might need your license for work, and it would not be a good thing if you lost that in a stop check."

"Yes, Mother." Stepping confidently thru the door, he was quickly on his way down the carpeted hall to the stairs and around to the back exit.

After locking and bolting the apartment door, the classy lassie turned and strode purposefully back to the bedroom. She sighed, "that is the second time today someone has compared me to his or her mother. I wonder if I am behaving like a mother?'' Some how she found that thought not only amusing but also exciting, a sort of self-acceptance of her 'womanness.' Breaking out of her trance, she quickly finished off the task of stowing her clothes away, humming "I Am Woman". At last, she placed the last of the suitcases at the back of her closet and then eagerly reminded herself of the gigantic soaker tub.

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~Next: Part # 5 [Reflections]~
More [Hot Crossings]

~HOT~
~CROSSINGS~

Part 5
~REFLECTIONS~

By: Rebecca Anne Stewart.

With special thanks to Christy Lake & Misty Dawn

~REFLECTIONS~

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Kicking off her white tennies, she peeled off her tight jeans and hung them on a hook on the closet inside wall. Balancing herself on one foot she removes her footie and then repeated the process for the removal of the other footie. These she laid atop the sneakers for dispersal in the morning. Finally grabbing up her silky see-through floor-length robe, she slid her feet into fuzzy pink slippers and shuffled over to the dresser. She tossed the robe on the bed, and removed the simple gold necklace and locket. Placing them in her jeweler's travel pouch, she crossed her arms and lifted the delicate angora off her body. Carefully, she meticulously folded the tiny sweater and placed it in the drawer. She made a mental note to pick up some 'potpourri' to place in the dresser drawers.

Closing that drawer and opening another she selected a long cozy pale lemon cotton nightie and from the top drawer chose a fresh pair of matching panties. Turning towards the bed, she swept up the elegant robe in a smooth motion and proceeded towards the bath.

Pulling up the handle to engage the stopper, she began running water into the huge tub. Stripping to her delicate panties before suddenly thinking of a nice treat, for herself she donned the sheer nylon robe lying on the vanity counter with her new undies, and wiggled her way back into the living room. She loved this deliciously feminine robe because it so delightfully displayed and hinted at the treasures hidden beneath its voluminous folds. She surprised herself by wondering how Bob Arnold would react if he saw her dressed as she was. It gave her a wanton feeling in her middle regions.

Turning off the television that her male cousin had forgotten to do, she turned on the small stereo that she had noticed before. Talking aloud for the empty room to hear, she stated, "I must remember to ask Jeffery some more about this place."

Selecting an easy listening station, for background music, she rushed back to the tub to check its progress. Deciding that it was the perfect temperature, she dashed back out into the kitchen, selected a highboy glass from the well-stocked cupboard, and after placing it on the counter next to the refrigerator, opened the door and reached for a bottle of 'Sobe's' orange and carrot nectar. Placing that on the counter next to the glass, she wondered if there was any ice in the ice dispenser that adorned one of the doors of the stainless steel fridge.

Pushing her glass into the activator button she was rewarded by the tinkle of small perfectly formed cubes of ice hitting the bottom of her glass. Realizing her good fortune she remarks aloud, "Yes! Life is good!" as she pegged her way back over to the counter where her beverage awaited her attentions. Suddenly her mind clicks on a more pressing matter and she says "TUB!"

Quickly placing the glass back on the counter she raced back to the regal bathroom to inspect the water level in the monster tub. Relived to find that she is not faced with a huge mess to clean up, she selected a fresh bar of mandarin orange glycerin soap and pops it into the water. Becky then removed a huge bath sheet from under the vanity, along with a soaker towel for the floor, a full size towel, and a face cloth. Spreading the soaker towel on the floor in front of the tub she places the rest of the bundle on the surround of the tub.

Convinced now that the tub is full enough the delightful little blonde again checked the temperature and closed the faucets. Suddenly the small room becomes very quiet and she is acutely aware that she is quite alone in the huge apartment. Sighing softly with that satisfaction, she relaxed with the comfortable feeling that one can only appreciate after living by alone for many years.

Turning on her spike heels, she renewed her interrupted quest. Giggling all the way back to the kitchen to finish the task she had left in her haste to see to the tub, she unscrewed the cap of the 'Sobe's' and filled the glass to the rim. Recapping the bottle she placed the remained of the tasty juice back into the fridge, thinking it would be great to have with scrambled eggs and cheese for breakfast, and was instantly off to finish her sojourn in the bathroom.

Pausing briefly in the bedroom, to pick up her novel, Rebecca re-entered the humid bathroom. Slipping off her scintillatingly sensuous robe, she removes her panties and placed them in a pile by the door to be sorted after her reward. Positioning her drink and book so she can easily reach them from inside the tub, she cocked her ear to check the level of the mellow music drifting in from the parlor.

A single soft sibilant sigh signaled she was finally ready. Carefully sticking a toe into the bath, she realized it was rather warm. Deciding that she could accept the slightly uncomfortable temperature, she placed her foot flatly onto the bottom of the tub and the brought the other foot in to join it.

Finally, carefully holding on to either side of the 'small pool' and the delicious blonde mermaid ever so gentle bent her knees, brought her full round, and so very sensitive tush down to the water's surface. A slight intake of breath as it contacts the steamy liquid, and then, determined, the attempt to submerge her bountiful buns is made. Success was marked by the rather loud sigh, which escaped her full, so lovable mouth. A shiver of delight caused her shapely body to shudder visibly.

When the soft round cheeks of her delectable bottom touched down, she made a strange humming sound that showed the pleasure that she was experiencing. Being careful not to get her hands wet she lay back and discovered that if she wanted she could easily stretch right out and then some in the wading pool size tub.

Reaching for her book, the now very comfortable woman giggled, thinking, "This is what I have been waiting for all day."

After consuming most of her drink and digesting well over a chapter of the Rankin novel she suddenly became aware of the drop in the temperature of her liquid paradise. Placing her bookmark, the reluctant bather, carefully sat her book well out of reach of the water and proceeds to search for the long forgotten bar of soap she had dropped into the water over twenty minutes earlier. Giggling girlishly, grabbing the slippery object on her second attempt, she began to soap up the plush face cloth and clean her still very trim and quite firm middle-aged body. Convinced that she has performed the task to her exacting specifications she rose from the tub and depressed the drain lever.

Playing a childhood game with herself, that her and her mother played when she was quite small, Rebecca squeals as she jumps from the tub so the alligators coming up from the drain don't bite her toes. Giggling at her foolishness she reaches for the bath sheet and proceeds to pad her body dry with it. Wrapping it around her, and tucking the end between her breasts she then opens one of the doors under the vanity and removes her make up kit.

Searching thru the tackle box for her body lotion, Becky extracted a white plastic oval bottle of 'Vichy Skin Rejuvenator,' and with the exception of her face proceeds to massage it into the rest of her entire body. Placing it to the side of the counter, she then grabbed her jar of Ponds and couple of pads and gently removed what is left of the day's makeup. Then, placing that on the counter next to the body lotion, she once again reaches into her magical box and retrieves the small bottle of 'Biotherm Hydrating Water-gel.'

After washing her face with tangerine soap, the lovely lass ever so carefully, gently applied the cleaner-moisturizer to her thirsty face, leaving it to be absorbed into the skin. Dropping the bath sheet to the floor Becky reached for her clean panties and slides them up her smooth legs. Performing the distasteful task of tucking the withered remains of 'Willy' back into its usual spot, she wiggled her saucy bottom into wicked undergarment, then glanced critically into the mirror, ensuring that everything is properly in place.

Finally, reaching for another towel, she vigorously rubbed, to extract as much water as possible from her unruly blond "mop" that had accidentally gotten wet during her soak. Then while that towel was joining the other wet towel on the floor, she reached for her hairbrush and vigorously removed the tangles before they become too much of a nuisance.

Reaching for her nightdress she remembered her beverage and took a long cool refreshing sip of the delicious fluid. The soft cotton garment settled down over her womanly hips and draped around her curvaceous body, she stuffed her small, dainty feet into the tall fluffy high heeled slippers and then swirled her long silky see-through robe over her shoulders and onto her invigorated body.

Collecting up the towels Rebecca placed them on the drying racks, then closed up her make up case and returned it to it's resting place. Turning on the tub again she took the facecloth and wiped down the inside of the tub. Next she picked up her soiled undergarments and gently rinsed them out in the sink. Hanging them over the now drying towels, Becky retrieved her book, the now empty glass, and after a final look around, shut off the light and pegged off towards the kitchen to put the glass in the dishwasher.

After placing the glass on the top rack, Becky began to think about preparing her long-overdue dinner. With that thought she suddenly remembered why she is hungry. An early morning Tea and Danish was hardly enough to keep her going the entire day. "No wonder I am so hungry."

Once again she opens the shining silver appliance to delve in its depths for inspiration. Surfacing with some endive lettuce, a tomato, some beans sprouts, and a carrot, she would make a passable salad with the few ingredients in her arms. Setting the saladians on the counter, she remembered seeing a bottle of balsamic vinegar. Pulling that down she found a bag of sultana raisins hiding behind. Checking to see their freshness she pronounces them sufficient for her needs. "Now all I need is some olive oil and I'm set... right Snippet?"

Realizing that her cat can't hear her here, Rebecca was suddenly overcome with a feeling of hopelessness and broke down right there on the spot. Wracked with pitiful sobs, she allowed herself to slide down the face of the cupboards until she is sitting on the cold stone floor. Uncaring, without feeling the sudden temperature change, she began to rock back and forth arms wrapped around her torso, offering comfort to her inner being as best they can.

After a few minutes of self-convincing to get over her self-pity, the lost lass was suddenly, painfully aware of the coldness invading her panty-clad butt. Slowly rising from the floor, she wiped her eyes with the soft sleeve of her silky robe and reached into her pocketbook for the ever-present Kleenex. After dabbing her eyes again, and with a quick blow of her nose, she was once again talked into preparing her now extremely late supper.

Arranging the chopped fruits and veggies into a bowl, Rebecca placed everything on a small wrought iron bistro table next to the large kitchen window. Retrieving the calabrese bread from the zip lock bag, which she put all her bakery products, she deftly sliced off two slices, buttering them before sealing the aromatic bread back in it's air tight container.

Rebecca then reached for two small side-dish plates. Placing the bread on one, she poured equal amounts of the savory vinegar and olive oil on to the plate and placed them both next to her the rest of her dinner, thinking, "That bread is going to be wonderful with this, it always is"... "Tee-hee."

Opening the kitchen drawer, she withdrew a fork, with which to eat her salad, and placed it on the place mat that was already on the table. Opening a fresh package of paper napkins, she then sat to and enjoyed her evening repast. Enjoying the late faire, she reminded herself to make a list of the ingredients that she would require making a raspberry vinagarette dressing for her fresh greens.

Now satisfied the wonderful woman quickly cleaned up the mess made from the meal and shutting out the kitchen light strolled back into the living area.
Very unceremoniously she flopped down on the love seat and remained in the relaxed position for at least thirty seconds, before reality set in and she was up and off to tackle the next chore. Making her way into the bedroom to retrieve her purse... "Damn! Oops! Sorry momma." she exclaimed looking skyward. "Have to phone Bob! He'll be wondering where I am." Her mind shifted into seek mode, forgetting all about the task she was just about to perform. "Now where is that ---- cell phone?"

The instrument was found sitting beside her purse on the nightstand and she thought it possible to kill two birds with one stone. Returning to the living room she turned up the thermostat to engage the natural gas fireplace. And sat back down on her seat, this time curling her long, lovely legs underneath her as she started to punch in the numbers. After attempting to dial the number for the second time, Becky conceded defeat and finally searched in her purse for the number. She blessed herself for remembering to retrieve the info form the jacket she wore today before hanging it away.

"Hello, Rebecca."

"How did you know it was me?"

"Oh! Didn't I tell you I'm clairvoyant?" Bob stated flatly.

"Liar!" she exclaimed into the phone without thinking.

"No. Really I can tell these things. Listen I'll read your mind okay?" There was a slight pause and Becky swore she heard some sort of mumbling. "Rebecca!" He laughed. "That is not a very lady like thing to be thinking."

At his last statement she began to giggle uncontrollably.

"No honestly I have call display, and I recognized your cousins number from earlier... and since I knew you would be calling... I just put two and two together..."
There was a long pause in the conversation as if each were waiting for the other to start talking. Finally, Bob began, "Rebecca..."

"Yes, Bob?"

"Rebecca I don't have that much to do tomorrow, just a few things to clean up. I was thinking... why don't you let me take you to lunch tomorrow... I know this very nice little restaurant just a few minutes outside the city, and we could go there, and maybe we could go for a little drive. We could make a day of it. What do you say?"

"Well I have a few things I have to clean up in the morning as well. So I guess I could have them all finished by noon. I would love to go to lunch with you, Bob... That would be just fine," the now blushing woman explained. "Why do I act like I'm an adolescent school girl every time I open my mouth to speak to him?" she wondered to herself at the same time as he was talking.

"Great... So I'll pick you up say... shortly after twelve. We can go have lunch and then maybe do a little exploring."

Suddenly, the implications of what she had just agreed to hit her. "Bob? What kind of restaurant is this you are talking about? And what do you mean by exploring?"

Using his best used car sales man persona the persistent suitor replied, "Trust me... you'll love...It will be fantastic... Or my name isn't Robert Bartholomew Arnold."

"Bartholomew?" a little voice snorted, then giggled. "Bart."

"Ya, Ya. Very funny." Bob replied, trying to remain serious without himself cracking up.

"Okay... So I will pick you up around twelveish... And we'll be off for the afternoon."

"Not so fast there, Romeo... You still haven't told what kind of restaurant this is ... and I'm not entirely sure I want to go exploring," she fires back at him.

"Okay... I assume you are asking because you are trying to figure out what to wear. Well... I really liked what you were wearing today..."

"Robert... you are avoiding the question,'' Rebecca accused in her stern school marm manner.

"Okay. Somewhat nice, business attire, or a little sporty if you desire. Oh, and bring a sweater or a jacket, in case it gets cool... and as for exploring... I mean shops and things like that... It's not like I would take you up the side of a mountain or anything like that... give me some credit. So don't worry about that." He was trying not to smile because that was exactly what he planned to do.

"Okay... I'm sorry for doubting you... I just had visions of tromping around The Capillano Suspension Bridge in heels."

"What's your address so I can pick you up?" he asked, reaching for the hotel stationary. After surrendering the information to him, Rebecca returned the info to her purse. When she returned it to the table in front of her the accessory caught a corner and upset all over the living room carpet. Waving her hand at it as if the contents were going to run away she continued with the conversation.

"Okay. So, noon it is... I'll see you then. Good night, Rebecca... Have a good night's rest, and I'll see you tomorrow.

"Good night, Bob. Sleep well."

With a clink the conversation ended, and she shut the tiny phone and placed it on the table in front of her. Now, confronted with the mess her purse made, she dropped to her dimpled knees on the thick Berber carpet and began an effort to retrieve the scattered items. While returning the contents back in her purse, she does not find her key chain among them.

Searching for the lost item the excited searcher began to become more frantic in her movements. A few seconds later she was becoming quite frustrated, and on hands and knees with her face to the floor searching under the love seat she was sitting on just moments ago. Thinking she had better not have lost it, the delightfully packaged girl was becoming more and more agitated by the second.

Finally discovering the elusive gold object under the sofa, she extracted it from its hiding spot. "HA! Gotcha!" Suddenly, her mind retreats back to the time Charlie had almost lost the key chain. That had been many years before.

Sliding back onto the comfortable loveseat, Becky's mind returned vivid images of Charlie's first job after graduation. Charlie had just finished an accelerated course in Geology at The University of Alberta in Edmonton. He had been hired by her idol in the paleontology world. None other than Dr. Peter Gharries. Charles had grown up hearing stories of how he had made fantastic discoveries in his field while still at graduate student himself. Now the doctor had plans to open a museum in the Red Deer valley specializing in exhibits that had been excavated along the river and surrounding area over the last 100 years.

And Charles Stewart, just out-of-college, a "still wet behind the ears" twenty-four year old, was going to be working for him on a dig site in the Badlands of Alberta. The jubilant youthful adult had been to Days Dig's site many times as a student, only wishing that perhaps he would one day be privileged to work here after graduating. Never in his life thinking that his fondest dream was about to become reality.

With a quiet grin, Rebecca remembered the day Charlie reported for work at the steel Quonset hut, the meager beginning of Doctor Peter Gharries' legacy. He bumbled and stumbled around the shop on that first day, too overjoyed to believe that he was actually here. At that time Charlie firmly believed that the key chain was his own personal 'mojo' and proudly displayed the fob half sticking out of his pants pocket. He was going to actually help Dr. Gharries. His supervisor was about to introduce the young pup to the good doctor.

When, in the course of following the super, Charlie came up to the area where Doctor Gharries was working, he noticed that they were just finished wrapping a fragile specimen of a Hadrosaur (A duck billed dinosaur) and were proceeding to immerse it in plaster of paris to ensure that it would remain preserved until they had a chance to examine the specimen more carefully. Then, as Charlie was being introduced to his idol, Doctor Gharries, his nervous hand shot up to shake the doctor's outstretched hand.

On the way by, the sleeve of his shirt got caught on the key fob hanging out of his pocket and extracted it from the trouser pocket and it landed in the middle of the plaster of paris mold. Sensing something was amiss Charlie twisted slightly and inadvertently kicked the tray containing the specimen with the white slurry. A frantic scream of, "Hey! Watch it!" from one of the other members quickly brought Charlie back to reality.

"Do you have any idea what you almost did there you idiot!" the same person continued, yelling, "That specimen is over sixty-eight million years old, and it happens to be the first complete tail section ever found!"

"I'm sorry.'' the panicked lad exclaimed, "Good going, Klutz. Get fired on the first day of your dream job," he berated himself fiercely.

"Oh, relax, Bill." The good doctor smiled. "No harm done. The kid didn't mean to do it. He's just a little nervous... Don't you remember your first day on the job...?"

Seeing that Charlie was in fact just as frightened as he had described, Peter Gharries drew Charlie to one side and comforted the much smaller person with an arm strung across Charlie's shoulder. Charlie, being more Rebecca Anne than Charles Allan Stewart, all but melted at the handsome man's comforting touch. Quickly, as reality hit Charlie again, he remembered where he was, and reminded him self that what he is feeling is likely not what the doctor would likely be feeling. Dr. Gharries asked him a few questions about where he had studied and where he was from, putting the 'lassie lad' at ease.

Soon everyone had gone back to doing whatever it was they were doing before the mishap, and life slowly returned to normal and continued onward. Charlie was told by the still irate Bill Taylor to help sort the mold containers, "And for God's sake, don't be so damn clumsy next time."

Later that same day Charlie relaxed and a tiny bit more confident, absent- mindedly reached to stroke his talisman. A surge of fear extended through his body as he realized that "It's not there!"

Franticly, the youth had then searched the area around him looking for the lost key chain. "Just great. My room key and my car keys are on that thing. And now I've lost the whole lot... Smooth move, Exlax!" Charlie chided himself again.

"Stewart! Just what is your problem now!" Bill's brash, booming voice crashed through the fog of adrenaline and justified concern.

"Huh?"

"Look lad... I don't know what the hell you're doing but we have to get this job done, these things have to get loaded and shipped back to the center, TODAY!"

"Sorry" Charlie explained. "I've lost my keys somewhere and I was searching for them."

"Well look for the bloody things after we load this damn truck!" Taylor yelled.

The thoroughly cowed boy frantically obeyed, resumed his work hoping that today, his first day, was not also his last day.

In the meantime Peter Gharries had extracted the form from around his latest find. A glint of something in the cast, caused by the late afternoon sun, tweaked his curiosity "Wonder what that could possibly be?" Curious, the experienced rock sniffer began chipping away at the protective form.

"Mike... Hand me your lapidary hammer for a second will you."

"Sure Doc. What's up?"

Chipping away in earnest at the mold, the glinting object began to reveal itself. "Well looky here." Pete guffawed cheerfully when he finally extracted a set of keys, fob and chain from the crumbling plaster. "Th' kid must have dropped them in the batch this morning."

A quick look around the shop revealed to the doctor that the diminutive boy was actually struggling with the bunch of empty molds, trying in vain to load them on the back of the five-ton parked at the huts entrance. Walking up to Charlie, Peter Gharries dangled the chain from his little finger and asked him, "Loose something?"

"MY KEYS!" Charlie squeaked, in a none-too masculine voice, "Where ever did you find them?" He then continued, in an almost girlish gush, "Oh, Doctor Gharries, thank you very much."

"Easy kid," the doctor chuckled. "It's just a bunch of keys." He then explained to Charlie where he located them and how he had to extract them. He then jokingly told him that they were almost preserved for infinity in the cast.

"How can I ever repay you for finding them, Doctor Gharries?" the over-exuberant, delicate youth asked. His large eyes sparkled his idyllic delight.

"No big deal kid... you can buy me a beer on payday and we'll call it square... All right?"

"You bet Dr. Gharries. I'll buy you a whole case of beer."

"Not necessary kid. Just a cold one after work on Friday will be perfect."

As the large man walked away, Charlie couldn't help but notice the evil look on Bill Taylor's face as his stare drilled into Charlie's body. Gulping quickly, he shivered and returned to work.

Examining the key fob closely, Rebecca imagined she could see a tiny speck of plaster of paris on the gold maple leaf.

Suddenly aware of it being late at night, she exclaimed, "What time is it?" asking aloud of no one in particular. "Jeesh, its after eleven! No wonder I'm knackered." As her troubled mind ran thru the events of the day, Becky suddenly realized she really was very tired and thoughts of a good night's sleep became very important. Gathering up her purse, she began to turn out the lights as she goes from room to room checking security. For the sake of her own peace of mind, Rebecca checked the front door one more time... just in case.

With a silent sibilant sigh, she snatched up her purse on her way into the bedroom. Depositing her purse on the wingback chair next to the window in her room, she proceeded into the bathroom to take care the last bits of business. Then, finally, grabbing her Rankin novel from the night table, she wondered how many sentences she will get through tonight before exhaustion finally claims her.

The next morning came all too early, and the sprite awoke as a misty dawn penetrated her room. Waking up from a very deep sleep, she almost felt as if she could be hung over. All she knew was that, "Darn, I have to pee, and right now!" and she was suddenly unraveling her lithe body from the bed linens. Rebecca convinced her self to wake up as she sat there doing her best, "Rodan--The Thinker", imitation.

"Tea." she mumbled as she washed her face and hands. ''I need tea!"
Less than ten minutes later she was sitting in the breakfast nook area in her slinky see-through, pale lemon robe and tall, spike heeled slippers, considering her options. Staring out into the side garden, she absent-mindedly sips the hot beverage mentally planning her wardrobe for the day. After a luxurious sit of a whole fifteen minutes, she was up and on her way to the shower to prepare to face what she was sure would be a very busy day.

Stopping at the dresser on the way she withdrew a pair of soft white cotton panties and a matching bra before heading into the bath area to test out the shower. Naked, she entered the enclosed stall she emitted a small, very girlish squeak! The delicate date, shocked awake, realized that the water was just a wee tab cooler than she could appreciate. After thoroughly scrubbing herself with the scrunchie, teeming with mandarin-scented bubbles, Becky stepped out of the invigorating wash and deftly began to pat herself dry with the huge fluffy bath sheet.

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~Next: part # 6, A Day on the mountain.~

Originally posted to Classic Big Closet on Tuesday, August 03, 2004

~HOT~
~CROSSINGS~

Part 6
~A DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN~

By: Rebecca Anne Stewart.

With special thanks to Christy Lake & Misty Dawn

And a big hug to RicckiB for all his technical know how.

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The next morning came early, as the dawn penetrated her room. Waking up from a very deep sleep she almost felt as if she could be hung over. All she knew was that, "Yes, I have to pee... and right now!" as she unraveled her self from the bed linens.

Rebecca convinced her self to wake up as she sat there doing her best Rodan’s ‘The Thinker’ imitation. "Tea." she mumbled, washing her face and hands. ''I need tea!"

Less than ten minutes later, sitting in the breakfast nook in another slinky robe and high-heeled slippers, she stared out into the side garden, absent-mindedly sipping her favorite wake-up beverage. After allowing her self the luxury of sitting quietly for a whole 15 minutes, the sensational minx was up and on her way to the shower to begin another busy day.

Heading into the bath area to test out the shower stall, she stopped by the ornate dresser to extract a pair of soft cotton panties and a matching bra. Before fully entering the enclosed stall, the delicious blonde emitted a small squeak as she realized that the water was just a wee tad cooler than she thought. "I would have frozen my tush!" She commented silently while readjusting the temperature of the water flowing from the pulser head, then stepping in.

After thoroughly checking every scintillating centimetre of her soft smooth skin for the errant hair, she began scrubbing her body with the scrunchie, simply teeming with millions of mandarin scented bubbles. Finally forcing it, Becky reluctantly stepped out of the invigorating wash. Patting herself dry with the huge fluffy bath sheet, wondering what she will wear today, her face lit up with an idea. "Why of course... My Lady of the Manor look...Perfect! Now, if I just have everything here." Becky smiled at her ingenuity of coming up with the perfect outfit for today’s outing.

For the running around she had to do this morning, she chose a mid-calf, Glen Check tweed skirt, that she had worn to a very successful, but equally stressful Thanksgiving Day family dinner she had hosted just a couple of weeks before. "That and my boots, and that nice lemon yellow blouse I just bought, with my cardigan... Yes, that should be just right... Then when I get back... quickly exchange my blouse for that cream cowl neck sweater, add my tweed jacket with the leather patches, and If I lift the collar up it will be perfect!" "Girl. You are a genius!"

She then gave herself the morning precursory inspection, for flaws, and imperfections.” We’ll ignore this little one right here." the middle aged teenager thought, referring to the useless bit of flesh attached to her other wise smooth front. All the while inspecting her body, the winsome woman gently rubbed the silky body cream into her soft skin. "Darn! You look good... For an old broad!” Becky giggled. “Yes. Not bad for a middle-aged woman." As she continued this discussion with her self, (ed: We all do this don't we?) still performing her inspection, she turned side ways again to get another view. Striking her best modeling position, giving her form an honest critique, she decided she really was not ALL the bad looking.

"Strike a pose... Vogue!” The impish woman shouted. "Come on Madonna. Better put your bra on... Or else those little boobies of ours will begin to head south on you." Reluctantly, as much as she would love to have gone without it today, she reached for her "B” cup bra, leaned over, and positioned it properly. She sighed heavily with resignation, as she slid her arms thru the straps and stood up. Reaching around back, she did up the little hook and eye fasteners as if she had performed this task daily since age twelve.

Becky reached into the cups and positioned the tender globes, and smiled, "God, I'm glad I don’t have those pendulous things that I've see other women my age have. Nothing would possess me to have breasts that big. Then she paraded around the room doing her best Bimbo imitation, she asked herself, “How do they get taken seriously with boobs that big. Every guy stares at them, and doesn't care what comes out of your mouth, or what you think... Jeesh I’m already a bit of a ditz"... "I don't need any help. Thank you!"

Hey, Blondie! Don't you think you better get moving here? Lots to do today... and we have to look extra special for Bachelor number one!"

"God he's cute!" Rebecca exclaimed aloud, and then getting back into the swing of things, Blondie put on her base coat and lightly added some rich autumn colours to her twinkling eyes. Deciding that her eyebrows were all right for now, she began to wonder about ... "What do I do with this Rat's Nest?" She ran a brush thru the slightly greying blonde tresses, wishing… The conversation with her self continued, I wish I had time to go to a hairdresser this morning.... hold it a second, Bumb Dunnie. You don't even know a single hairdresser around here... you are not back on the island and you can just call up Cissy and tell her, you are on your way over... Well duh! Mental note number four hundred thirty-seven billion, ask Prue for the name of a decent hairdresser in the area.

Stopping in mid stroke it suddenly dawned on her what she had just said. Fighting back tears, she realized the futility of her last statement. Reaching out, she grabbed the counter for support, the shaking that had started quickly spread thru her entire body, until it was all she could do to stand in an upright position. Trying hard to convince her self that she was stronger that this stupid disease, she forcefully said aloud. "I will not cry. I am stronger than you. I will not let you consume me. " Rebecca began thinking of more positive things to get her mind off of the sorrow, and self pity she felt.

As she reached for a Kleenex to dab her eyes before a tear could escape and roll down her cheek, she began to think of the schedule for today’s activities. "I will focus on the positive and TO HELL with the bad!” she said, "Sorry Momma," as she looked skyward praying that her slight slip would be forgiven.

Leaving her 'funk' behind, Becky mentally went through a list of the things she had to accomplish in the next few hours. "Okay. Curl my hair ... get dressed... well duh! Those are gimmies...okay...I have to go to the phone exchange and get a number activated, I have to go to, or at least call the cable company to get that done... Oh Darn! BC Gas, and BC Hydro.... Hold it... nope taken care of ...good thing it's part of the lease...Ya! Good thing, Disbo!" She mentally chided herself.

Our time-challenged heroine, pulled her hair back, and with the aid of a hair comb and a few other hairdresser tricks, was able to make a half way professional looking bun at the back of her head, deciding the bun was more presentable than the twisted up ponytail look she had originally planned. Now, what’s the scent for today? Huummm. Let me see, Lady of the Manor... Paloma Picasso... nay too exotic... Neiges Lise Water? Perfect! Light, but, oh so very classy, me lassie. Becky sometimes you are a genius.... I know… aren’t I just fantastic? Must be those god-like abilities I have."

Reaching for the Braun electric toothbrush, and after she added a dab of Pearl Drops toothpaste, she put it in her mouth and switched it on. Mentally counting out the prerequisite two minutes of what’s purported to be optimum brushing time, she let the vibrating appliance do its job.

Back in the bedroom, the gracious “Lady of the Manor” finished getting dressed. She paused reflecting, "Maybe I should just wear a pair of slacks and save my skirt for later? Well girl you better pitter-patter, cause it's nearly time, and Jeffery will be here very soon... Right. How about this?” As she pulled a pair of basic black hi waisted slacks form the closet. “Naw... too dressy,” she sighed, returning them to their position, while shaking her head. "Now what?" Rebecca snapped sharply. "Oh… Pooh!"

Reaching for the outfit she had originally decided upon, she took the garments over to the bed and laid them carefully on the surface. Drawing a pair of suntan panty hose from the drawer, Becky slid them smoothly up her legs to rest comfortably about her waist. She then slipped on the high neck cream blouse and did up all twelve of the little pearl buttons on the front and the 4 more on each sleeve. Securing her top inside her pantyhose, to ensure that it remained “tucked in”, Rebecca got an impulsive idea to put on the mid calf black riding boots.

Slipping them on, she stood to and gazed into the mirror above the triple dresser. Thinking to her self that all she needed was an eighteen-inch riding crop to complete the picture of a stern dominatrix, she laughingly pulled the skirt from the bed and stepped into it, pulling it up and fastening it on the side. Then, after deciding once again that this is indeed the perfect outfit for this morning, she returned to the bathroom for one last inspection. With a quick spritz of her hair and covering her luscious lips with cinnamon coloured lipstick, she was finally pleased with the results.

A short ring of the telephone broke the solitude. Rebecca rushed over to the phone on the nightstand thinking, "I thought Jeffery said the phones didn't work?"

"Hello?"

"Bek. It's me… Buzz me in."

"Jeffery... Now, how do I do that?" she returned in curious tones.

"How the hel-" a distinct throat clearing can then be heard. "I don't know, Rebecca. There most be some number or code you enter to open the door."

"Hold on I'll be right down. Go wait in the car. Are you out front or out back?"

"I'm out front, Rebecca," he stated very dryly. The tone of the words told her he was doing all he could to keep from making a comment about how classic “Blonde” that her question had been.

"Be right there."

Hanging up the phone she reached for the cardigan, slid it thru the strap on her purse, checked for keys, her hair and one last look in the mirror at the over-all appearance and started towards the door. "Phone!" she remembered suddenly and scooped up Jeffery's cell and dropped it in her purse. One last quick check in the mirror, for security reasons, she told herself, and then was out the door, locking it behind her. Down the stairs and out the door she walked, down the stone path to Jeffery's' Flash Car', she flew... gracefully, of course.

"Good morning Jeffery!" she quipped, sliding into the seat and fastening her seat belt.

Jeffery who has not had the required amount of caffeine to properly stimulate him, or the prerequisite amount of sleep mumbled an incoherent, inconsequential, “’Lo,” to his pretty, perky cousin.

"My, but aren’t we the chipper one this morning?" the more alert cousin remarks.

Suddenly she noticed the state of her cousin’s appearance, the unshaven face, and that he still had yesterday’s clothes on. Speaking with out thinking, she asked, "Jeffery, why are you still wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday?” Then, suddenly, realizing the answer was none of her business, she told him, "Never mind, Jeffery. I am sure ... I would rather not know." She turned her attention to the road and sat primly gazing forward through the windshield while he drove.

That “prim and proper” mode earned her a dirty look from her scruffy-looking, fatigued cousin.

After a few minutes drive in absolute silence, the Beamer suddenly whipped a quick turn into The Night and Day Cafe. "Gotta have a coffee." Jeffery leapt from the European auto, leaving Becky to simmer in her own embarrassment while he went inside to get it. Returning quickly to the car this time, he placed the enormous cup into the nearest of the cup holders the auto manufacturer had so conveniently installed. Before engaging the transmission, Jeffery took a very long, and very loud slurp on his morning addiction.

Smiling inwardly Rebecca thinks to her self, "Guess they never had time to make coffee this morning... Must have been a long night... wonder if Prue is in this bad of shape?"

Soon the little car swung into a lot of a fairly large mall and Jeffery announced that this is their first stop. Both exited from the car and Rebecca decided it was a bit cool, slid her cardigan thru the purse strap, and then handed the purse to her large male cousin. "Please hold this for a second, Jeffery," she told him and began to walk towards the mall, donning the sweater at the same time.

The dumbstruck, ultra macho, alpha male Jeffery could do nothing but follow along, with the very feminine accessory almost polluting his fingertips. Rebecca looked over her shoulder and saw the uncomfortable expression on her cousin face. She smiled…ruthlessly, she knew exactly what is running thru his mind right then, willing to bet the big money that it was something along the lines of..."God! I hope no one I know sees this... Jeeze! What was she thinking?”

Finally, determining that she had tortured her poor cousin enough, Becky reached over and retrieved the offensive article from him. "Thanks."

"Ya. Right," was the only response she received, but he held the mall door open for her to enter...and smiled, tightly.

"Now there should be a mall directory around here somewhere?” Jeffery commanded, not quite regaining his self-imposed, lost male stature. "Okay... Phone Mart... " Jeff said as his finger traced down the list of businesses named in the mall.

Rebecca looked around at the stores in the complex. She noticed quite a few that she would dearly love to shop, if only she could afford it. "Jeffery? What is the name of this mall we are in?"

"Whaaa...?"... Oh... Oakridge Center."

"Nice mall." Rebecca said back.

"Bingo! A-21." Jeffery nearly shouted. "Let's see ... yeah … next to HMV Sound. Let's go." He shouted again and began pacing rapidly thru the mall like a man with a purpose.

Rebecca followed as fast as she could, thankful the riding boots did not have a fashion heel, but blessedly more of a riding heel. Or else she could never have kept up with the much faster male. Still, it was only with a conscious effort to stay up that she arrived within a few paces of him.

After waiting much too long in the phone company’s idea of, “serving you more efficiently” line, Rebecca finally arrived at the counter. After giving all the pertinent details to the clerk and after the clerk verifying in her computer that yes, Rebecca Stewart did have an account with them and that, yes, her account was in good standing, the phone company clerk gracious conceded the phone company could activate service at that location, and very possibly before end of business today. Finally, after turning down the offer of more added services from the robotic clerk, Becky surrendered her debit card for payment of the first month’s service fee. Less than enthusiastically, the Lady of the Manor was thanked by the clerk for shopping at the Phone Mart and was informed that she was entitled to a free Vancouver Phone Directory and a free Vancouver Business Directory. Turning to, Becky noticed that Jeffery had already helped him self to her free copies.

Next stop Roger's Cable.

Another search on the mall directory tells the pair that the cable giant is on the other side of the mall.

"Well, of course it is," Rebecca complained. "It wouldn't be any other way."

Jeff just looked at her and said, "Murphy's Law."

They began the quest once again. Along the way Rebecca considered, "There really is some great shops in this mall. I would love to spend some time in here." The blonde beauty, her head, revolving around like a top, spotted her favorite lingerie store. "La Senza," she cooed loudly. "Jeffery! Stop! I must go in here." And before her surprised cousin can open his mouth to protest, Becky had left him standing by himself and had entered the shop.

Deciding that there was no way he would ever be caught dead in there, the male planted his large self on a hard marble-like bench amongst the ferns with others of his gender also left to wait for their partners. Being one of the “typical” male types, boredom soon overcame him and he began 'checking out the action' with the rest of the Neanderthals.

A very scanty fifteen minutes later, Becky KNEW it was scant…" Really!... I mean fifteen minutes in an undies store is barely enough time to check out the sale merchandise... Isn't that right?" Exiting the store with a bag clasped in her hand, smiling at her good fortune, she happily reflected on the deal she had just gotten on really a too-sexy, sheer black silk, shorty peignoir set. "Hehe, all that leg on display, and for forty percent off… on the FOUR-PIECE set! And that fifteen percent off on those Vanity Fair hipsters... Such a bargoon!"

"Finally!” Jeffery remarked smartly, at the appearance of his cousin, and they start off.

Now it was Jeffery checking out all the neat Guy toys while Becky stood in the efficient-she had to laugh... "Want to increase efficiency? Improve your Customer Service Department. That’s how"--Line up. None too soon for the lady of the manor, it is her turn to be helped. Being put thru an almost exact repeat of the phone company's interrogation, she was duly informed that the service will be activated as soon as a service rep can be scheduled to inspect the facilities to ensure that the installation is working properly.

Would she please make herself available some time of Wednesday or Thursday of next week? Informing the clerk that Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays are impossible for her to be available, she asked if it was possible to work around it. Being told “We'll see what we can do.” was not what she wanted to hear, especially when the clerk could not specify an approximate time the Tech would be by. Just some time either one of those days. Paying for the service one month in advance, not the six months they wanted her to pay, Rebecca left the shop glad that, THAT was over with.

"Jeffery I could use a cup of tea and a sit down for a few. Do you think we could arrange that?"

"Sure CUZ! I'm getting hungry anyway." He then scouted the area for his favourite breakfast provider.

"No. I want to go to a real restaurant, or bistro at the least, Jeffery. NOT! The drive thru of that cholesterol factory you stopped at yesterday.”

"Hey there's nothing wrong with their food ... It's all inspected you know," he stated proudly.

"By who? Ronald himself?" Hoping that he would get the point.

Coming suddenly across a quiet little food place situated in front of the Polo Shop, the male protest was sharp. "You can't be serious?" Jeffery barked, “This place doesn't serve male food. How am I supposed to get breakfast here? Ya, gimme a couple dozen biscotti's and hey, some of those darling little puffy spinach things and oh yeah, a cuppa' Joe, will ya?" he joked, effecting effeminate airs, hoping that if he whined enough his determined cousin would give in, and he could head for that big yellow 'M'.

"That sounds perfect Jeffery, except I really do not think even you could not eat two dozen Biscotti, but I truly would like one, with a nice cup of pekoe tea, please.” The older female stated regally as she moved to a table with out snickering too obviously.

With a loud, “Harrumph!” Jeffery made his way to the counter to, indeed, order biscotti's, spinach and cream cheese puffs, and the required beverages for both.

Depositing the tray on the table, he sat and immediately began his, “starving wolf making food disappear” act again. Rebecca calmly placed the napkin on her lap and doctored her tea. After they had finished their little break, Jeffery asked if there was anything else she had to do. Before she could answer him, the phone in her purse chirped and nearly frightened the poor girl out of her seat.

Reaching for the persistent object, the blonde beauty flipped open the flap and asked, "Hello?"

"Sorry, wrong number!" and they were gone.

Rebecca quizzically looked at the phone, and then, with a small shrug, returned it to her purse. It suddenly chirped again. This time Jeffery reached for the phone from Rebecca's hand.

"Yo! Ya what? ... You just call a second ago? ... Naw, my cuz. Lent her my phone till hers gets connected... Hey, how was the match? ... Really? ... Really? ... No way! Yer shittin' me…she did? Britney actually hit some guy over the head with a table? ... Whose boyfriend? ... Well, she's a skank anyway... "

"JEFFERY! That is not polite a conversation to be having in public," Rebecca chastised.

He just stuck his finger in the opposite ear and bent over more to concentrate on what his friend was saying.

"Hey, I’m just glad you liked them. So, did Paul get pissed? ... Ya. I know, three beers and he's gone... "

Rebecca rose from the table and indicated that she would be in the Polo shop awaiting the completion of his call.

Jeffery just waved his arm as if to say ... Ya go. Bye.

Moments later she was joined by her very rumpled looking cousin after completing his call. "Shall we make like a tree and leave?" he asked.

Rebecca still upset at the way he referred to the female on the phone, just smiled and preceded him out the shop.

"Woo!... Is she upset, or what?" Jeff remarked to know one in particular, and joined his cousin already heading back towards the exit.

Returning to the stately home, Rebecca thanked her cousin for all his efforts and help, and that she would call him in the next few days and arrange for him to come to dinner.

Passing the multiple security checkpoints to reenter her apartment she is at last 'Home from the wars.'

"GHAD! Eleven-fifteen! You can do this, Becky!” the lovely lass boasted broadly as she removed the cardigan on her way into the bedroom. Stripping off the morning blouse, hanging both back inside the closet, after carefully inspecting them closely for any sign of perspiration or foreign objects. Still wearing the boots, she wandered into the ensuite to repair any damage done to her morning makeup ministrations. A brief touch up was probably in order but...I’ll do that after I put on my sweater, Rippled through her mind while she stood smiling at the mirror.

Again she reached for the Braun and let it do it's thing, only this time she used the Mint-flavoured Pearl Drops tooth polish she picked up at he Safeway last night. Smiling back her own self-made, dazzling smile, she realized she was happy, as well as being pleased with the results and then it was off to the bedroom again. She located the cream coloured, cowl neck, soft, fluffy Angora sweater she had in mind for the coming afternoon rendezvous and oh so gently pulled it over her head as not to upset her hair.

Zipping back into the bathroom the woman, her insides warming, reminding one of a delicate, beautiful butterfly preening before selecting a mate, straightened the sweater and twisted and turned provocatively while inspecting her appearance from every angle for the most minute flaw, ensuring that her display is indeed perfect and will indeed attract the male she had selected.

A quick dab to rid her face of shiny spots, the tiniest bit of blush applied to the high cheekbones, then move on to the hair, the ritual is followed to completion. She retrieved a small six-inch, two-sided mirror from under the vanity, manoeuvred it to inspect the back of her head. After fixing a few stray hairs with the tail of her comb, she gives her hair a good coat of the extra hold aerosol Cement-In-A-Can. Finally, once again spraying the air with today's scent, knowing her target male is doomed long before taking this final, so-fatal-to-the-male action, the temptress stepped into the mist, letting its soft fragrance envelope her enticing body entirely.

Fitting on a few gold rings on her slim fingers, Rebecca slipped the tweed jacket off its hanger and placed it hanging over the footboard. Assured the coming frontal assault on the doomed males thrice-weakened defences will result in the ultimate victory, she placed the required support items necessary to the maintenance of her frontline weaponry in her handbag. The winsome Warrioress turned out the light and returned to the bedroom to inspect it for any thing that just might be out of place.

“Better check the parlour and the kitchen to make sure everything is perfect, just in case.” She berated herself for being so fastidious, and telling herself that, “Martha Stewart, and Lynette Jennings don't even know where I live right now so they will not be paying me a surprise visit. And besides I think Martha has a little bit more on her plate right now than coming to see me.”

The amateur comedian laughed at her attempt at humour, but told herself to “keep your day job, Blondie.” and deciding she was ready, sat down in the wingback chair in front of the bookcase. With a soft sigh and small smile, she remarked that she made it.

The noonday sun was streaming thru the windows and showed off all the bits of pollen and dust that were caught within its autumn beam. Thinking about absolutely nothing, Rebecca allowed her troubled mind drift freely among the dust motes that floated about the room.

Becky had allowed her mind to take her back to another time when she sat staring at the dust floating in the air. She had just received news that her dream job with Dr. Peter Gharries at the now Famous World Heritage site was being phased out. (see HC#5) She had just returned from assignment to the Buffalo Jump dig, where she had laboured for two years uncovering what was the first ever find of a complete and intact Tyranasourus Rex. Now she had returned to her small lab and quarters nestled along the Red Deer River in the badlands of Alberta, only to find that because of budget restrictions the Federal Government had reduced funding for the entire project right across the board. She was not the only one being let go. Other more austere professors and paleontologists were getting the axe with her. Most of them would not have to worry about future employment prospects, if they didn’t mind working for the Americans in the foothills of South Dakota. But Rebecca being a registered and openly transsexual, had little chance of even getting past the paperwork and work visas that such a move would entail. No, she would quietly try and complete her work waiting for the axe to fall. “Could it be just only six months ago,” she thought. When Brian Mulroney, the Prime Minister had stood in front of the cameras at the south Sasakatchewan site with her and five other scientists proclaiming that his government was committed to preserving Canada’s Heritage and achelogigical diversity. Now, a short time later his caucus torn apart by scandel of insider wrong doing and kickbacks, he was pulling the plug and anything they deemed not high profile enough to cause a stink with the general population. With steely determination she vowed not to let this small set back ruin her plans. She would become even more determined than ever to complete her quest. Both professionally, and more important personally.

Suddenly, she was returned to reality by the pesky little chirping of the telephone across the room. She rose from her comfy seat and walked over to pick up the receiver of the small tabletop telephone. Knowing that this sound was the signal of someone at the front door, she gave the correct response this time.

"Yes?"

"Hi Rebecca... It's Bob."

"Oh hi, Bob." The woman suddenly came to life at the thought of being with the handsome man for the afternoon.

"Hi. You want to let me in?"

Bob heard a muffled giggled as her soft reply thru the intercom system. "Oh. Oh... Sorry... Um...”

“Becky?”

“Oh pooh! Bob! How do you work this thing?" she asked in a querulous quip.

Almost cracking up at the high school like behaviour of both of them, her handsome swain offered, "Try pressing six."

The instant the number was pressed a loud click that could be heard at the door allowed her suitor entry. Bob was next faced with a buzzing sound, and he reached for the inside vestibule door before it stopped. "Nice digs," the wealthy entrepreneur chuckled, and while he took in the details of the foyer, his eyes, following the inlaid tiles up to the top of the stairs, were awarded a breathtaking view of his lovely date smiling down at him at the top of the sprawling staircase.

An almost stupid grin came to his face, lit it up and caused his cheeks to burn with heated emotions he was not sure she was ready to see. Taking the steps two at a time the middle-aged man had Rebecca's firm familiar form in his brawny arms in mere seconds. The prerequisite greeting sent the melting, melding duo on a near one-way trip into 'la la land'. Finally after the very sexy and emotional kiss ended. Bubbling over inside, Becky quietly cleared her throat and whispered,

“Hi... I missed you."

"I missed you too," the love-struck, would-be lover replied huskily.

In the momentary silence only lovers enjoy, they stared at one another for another few seconds before reality struck them and they recognized how foolish it would appear to anyone catching them playing 'kissy-face', as Jeffery had called it. Finally finding his voice again Bob offered. “This is for you.” And extended his arm with a single blood red American Beauty Rose in his hand.

"Oh, Robert! Oh! Bob!" she gushed, "It's beautiful!" Becky gently lifted the delicate flower to her nose to take in the delicious fragrance.

Turning swiftly, suddenly all too aware of their vulnerability standing there on the stairs, Rebecca took Bob by the hand and escorted him into her apartment and closed the door. Almost giving in to the urge to attack the man right there she was stopped only when her conquest broke her train of thought.

"Ah…we…uh…Martin's parked out there…un… front of the building, probably taking up far too many parking spots... so if you are almost ready… uhhmmm… we should get going."

"Just give a tic, and I’ll be right with you." Becky remarked in a shaken-to-the-core whisper and was suddenly flying back into the bath to apply her lipstick and do a final last minute inspection. Deciding that she is the best that she is going to be, she gave her self a quick 'Thumbs up' and while striking a pose decided that her Lady of the Manor look is complete. Back in the bedroom she looked to ensure that her purse had all the essentials.

"If you are ready. Sir" she giggles.

"Yes quite," was Bob’s tight-throated reply. “Becky you look incredible!"

"Well... Thank you, Bob," she smiled enthusiastically. “You are looking pretty all right yourself."

They both realized then that they were wearing almost exactly the same outfits, aside from his being the male version that is.

"Jeesh... you'd thought we'd phoned each other and decided on what clothes to wear the way we are dressed.” Bob pointed out with a show of his hands.

With a very demure little giggle Rebecca replied, "We’re matched like 'Broons coows'."

With a snort Robert finally lost his composure and heartily laughed, "Lets get outa' here."

Ensuring that all is secure, Rebecca took the proffered arm and strolled lazily down the staircase as Bob lead the way.

The moment the pair exited the door, Martin jumped from the driver’s seat and scurried (scurry? Ha! Ever see a 300 lbs, 6'7" hunky hulk scurry?) to open the rear passenger side door for the couple and with a small bow and a tip of his cap greeted her as she approached the car. "Good afternoon, Miss Rebecca. What a pleasant day it is today?"

Taken off guard but quickly regaining her poise the very impressed woman replied, "Good afternoon Martin... Yes it is a very pleasant day isn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said as he deftly handed her into the Mercedes.

Unbeknownst to Rebecca, the two men exchange a look that told each other that everything was going according to plan. A moment more and Bob was seated beside her and Martin was back in the driver’s seat. The powerful luxury car pulled away from the curb and they were off. Without a word Martin raised the privacy window and the pair of lovebirds were separated from the rest of the world. Sitting as demurely as possible with the rose held tightly in her grasp, she could only smile at the Story Book World that is quickly enveloping her and pray she was not dreaming.

"Becky I have some refreshments if you would like,” Bob offered as he opened the small refrigerator in front of them. It was well supplied, Rebecca noticed. There were a few bottles of Perrier and some fruit juices, plus a rather large bottle of Cristal Champagne all standing straight and tall in a rack attached to the front wall.

"Perhaps a small glass of water, please, Bob, if it isn't any bother."

W.C. Fields entered from nowhere and said, "For you, my little chickadee, it’s not a bother at all."

Bob took the Perrier from the fridge and slid back a small door to reveal an assortment of cut crystal glasses. Plopping in two ice cubes from the freezer section and looking at the blonde, he asked, “Rebecca, would you like lemon with that?”

"Yes, please." She giggled, more impressed than she had ever been with anyone ever before.

Robert poured the sparkling water over the ice, stuck the lemon slice on the rim of the glass, and just before he handed it to her, added a bendy straw. "Your drink Madam." he said in his best English Snob voice.

"Why thank you James,” she giggled again.

Rebecca took a small sip from the glass and asked Bob. "Where are we going?"

"Aw. Now that would be telling...wouldn't it? It's elementary my dear Lady, we are on our way to lunch, as promised."

"And that would be... Where?" she continued.

All she got in answer was a quick wiggle of her beau's eyebrows and she knew then and there that she wasn't about to find out until they got there. So, settling back, sipping her water slowly, the lady of the manor watched the magnificent male animal who was “kidnapping” her while the elegant auto very quickly wound it's way onto Lulu Island and to the south terminal at the airport. Of course Rebecca didn't know, with the privacy screen closed and the curtains drawn, where they were or where they were going. They come to a halt and Martin opened the passenger door with a surprising 'whoosh'.

The startled woman almost jumped when the ex-ball player offered his hand. Gazing around, she noticed that they are at the airport. She was quickly hustled into a Bell Executive Ranger helicopter, with the rotors just beginning to turn.

"Robert? Where are we going?" the woman within her was more than slightly frightened as she stood there in the bright sun. A small squeal of surprise escaped her as she was hustled into a comfortable seat aboard the Ranger. “Bob?”

"Trust me... you'll love it. Now fasten your seat belt."

“Bob!”

“It's already too late to back out now,” he gave the “thumbs up” sign to the young pilot as the blades began to pick up speed exponentially. With a little tug the gangly craft lifted off and another squeal escaped her when she realized they were airborne. Rebecca was tightly grasping Bob’s huge hand as she looked out the side window. The swift machine made a circle of the south side airport, avoiding regular commercial traffic at the main terminal, and then the fast bird was jetting due north. Within minutes of lift off, unwilling to believe Bob would intentionally harm her, and knowing that she was there for the duration of the flight at any rate, she decided to just sit back and enjoy it as much as her dread fear of flying would permit.

They passed over Stanley Park and across The Burrard Inlet to the North Shore Mountains. At first, convinced they were heading for The Golden Lions on a sightseeing tour, Rebecca changed her mind as the twin peaks slid by. She stared at the majestic scenery, with Gollum-like eyes taking in as much of the vista as possible. Suddenly it dawned on her where they were heading.

"Robert Bartholomew Arnold! You devil you. We are going to Whistler, aren't we?" Rebecca playfully slapped his arm, almost breaking her rose. "You are a sneak. You lead me to believe that we are not going up the side of some mountain and that's exactly where we are going. No wonder you wanted me to wear a jacket.''

Not wishing to shout above the helicopter’s interior engine noise he just sat there, and did Groucho Marx again, wiggling his eyebrows.

Amazing her with spectacular views, the pilot flew them past Squamish and a few minutes later the powerful Ranger banked slightly to take in the panoramic of Blackcombe Mountain. Bob's face joined Rebecca’s face already pressed against the acrylic window watching God's Splendor pass below them.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

"Uh Huh," was all the overly stimulated heroine could manage.

The Chopper circled the town site and hovered over the middle of the concrete landing pad immediately outside The Chateau Whistler. A few seconds later they had gently made contact with solid ground and the couple sat and waited for the four blades to power down before exiting the craft holding hands. Rebecca was escorted in the front entrance of the impressive bastion of opulence and within ten feet of the door the Day Manager greets them, surprising her even more by calling her by name.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Arnold, Miss Stewart. How was the flight up?"

"Fantastic, Marcel! Simply incredible.” Bob replied as they glided thru the double set of doors in to the hotel lobby.

"Everything has been arranged according to your instructions Mr. Arnold, "the very impeccably dressed manager states. “Miss Stewart, is there any thing you need?”

"Thank you Marcel." Becky could only shake her head no; she was so overwhelmed by it all.

"Then, if you would be so kind... Sir… Madam." Marcel indicated the direction with a slight bend of the waist and with the movement of his arm showed the way.

This time it was Rebecca's turn. "Thank you." The pampered couple was escorted across the foyer to the main dining room. When Marcel opened the double set of twelve feet high, double-beveled glass doors, they proceed thru to a secluded table for two. On the way to their own private little world, Rebecca noticed the full size grand piano in front of enormously large plate windows that overlooked the breathtaking panorama of scenery.

The elegant Maitre’d then pulled back her chair and held it firmly for her, and as she sat, pushed it in to a comfortable position. Robert seated himself and stared intently into his dates twinkling eyes. The thoroughly impressed woman returned Bob’s gaze, and as she smiled, thought very wicked thoughts about him, her Prince Charming. Marcel barely broke their concentration as he placed a fine linen napkin in Becky's lap.

One could have done most anything to her at that point and she would not have noticed as she was so intent on staring into Bob’s compelling eyes with a sense of awe nearly overwhelming her. With a slight knowing smile, the meticulous server moved to Robert's side of the table and repeated the process.

"Thank you Marcel."

"It's our pleasure Mr. Arnold. The staff and myself are always pleased to serve you and your guests." With a slight bow and a nod to the pianist, he has left the couple to carry out his next chore.

Rebecca was so impressed with the room that she could not help blushing and smiling a twenty-four karat grin.

"I wish I had a camera with me right now." Bob sighed.

Looking perplexed at her dashing date, she demanded, "Pardon... Why?"

"It's that look on your face... It's like you are a little kid and its Christmas and your birthday all rolled into one. If that smile got any bigger the ends would touch."

With a giggle the pretend schoolgirl reported, "Oh Robert, you are such a charmer.” Rebecca began to turn an incredible shade of scarlet as she realized that what Bob had said was very true. “It’s almost as though this is a fairy tale, and I’m the Fairy Princess and HE is my Knight in white armour. “It is all a bit overwhelming, you know.”

The ensuing moment of silence was broken by the sudden soft sounds of a smoky jazz tune drifting across the room to delight the happy couple. They sat talking softly and relaxing, just getting comfortable while Becky giggled with the opulence

Marcel returned, and with a small flourish came a small army of serving staff. A Chef, dressed in his finest whites, a couple of waiters in formal regalia, complete with vests, bowties and white gloves, and at least three chefs assistants, either carrying large silver serving platters or wheeling out a large serving cart with a selection of some of the worlds best side dishes available, a girl in a dress that simply screamed “Heidi” seemed prepared to serve any drinks requested.

Rebecca gave a little startled squeak and jumped as she heard the distinct pop of a champagne cork. With a towel carefully wrapped around the bottle Marcel poured the bubbly into Rebecca's crystal flute. Once again he repeated the process at the other end of the table. Meanwhile the chef lifted the lid off a large soup tureen and ladled out rich creamy lobster bisque. The first of many dishes is placed before the pair and the Chef beamed happily while they quickly savoured the very rich dish. Some how conversation ceased between the two as they spooned the heavenly delight into eager mouths.

"This is incredible!” Becky exclaimed. Marcel quickly tugged on the lapels of his own tuxedo and replied, "Thank you. We are very fortunate to have the services of Master Chef Paul Garneau." The tall man made even taller by his formal head gear, made a crisp bow and thanked the lovely lady and the Lord of the Manor for being so kind.

All too soon the lobster soup was finished and set before them had to be the most exotic salad Rebecca had ever seen. Delicately arranged on a small plate were an assortment of light vegetables and lettuces, but what really caught her eye were the fresh nystersiums that were also mixed in with the other greens. She cautiously tried a small bite of the delicate flower and a smile developed on her face, a rival to the one that Robert had remarked on earlier.

Next came the main course. A glazed chicken breast with miniature, roasted potatoes, garnished with sea asparagus and paper-thin slices of small cherry tomatoes was then set before her. "Oh my God... If I keep eating like this I'm going to go up a whole dress size." This time taking the initiative, she told the happy chef, "Chef Garneau, this is incredible... And that bisque, I MUST have the recipe for that... you use whole cream in it, don't you?"

"Why of course madam. I would never even think of using anything less... It is what gives the dish its texture," the beaming chef replied with a smile.

Again all too soon, or in Rebecca's case not soon enough; they had finished everything on their plates including the garnish. "If I eat anymore I'm going to burst" Becky thought.

Becky casually reached for her purse and extracted the plastic pill dispenser that contained all of the medications he would have to take for the rest of the day. These were a prerequisite for any transplant patient, and you never went anywhere without having them with you and a another days supply as a back up, just in case. She opened the little compartment that had her lunch meds and dumped out the contents of the department, quickly snapping it shut and slipping it back into her purse. Her eyes met Bobs, and she shyly smiled. His intent gaze was a look of dewilderment and questions. He quickly looked away, sensing that he had invaded a private moment that his date would rather he not know about her just yet. She deposited her purse back beside her left leg, and as daintily as possible slid the pills into her mouth and washed them down with a sip of glacier water.

The dishes were quickly cleared away and they were being served coffee. Rebecca asked for tea and a silver tea service was quickly ushered out to their location. A small assortment of cheese served on a dish with grapes, sliced oranges, and melon was quietly placed before them and the efficient staff quickly disappeared, as fast as they had arrived.

"Robert Bartholomew Arnold!” She said, as coldly as possible. "If you EVER take me out like this again and surprise me with all this exorbitant food... I'll kiss you until your lips fall off." She giggled suddenly, unable to maintain the stern manner a moment longer.

"Is that a promise?" the successful man asked, rising slowly from his seat.

“Yes, it is.”

“Then, prepare to keep your promise, my dear…” he warned, taking Rebecca's hand in his, escorting her into an open area in front of the piano, and with a prearranged nod to the pianist, hardly noticed by Becky, the talented musician quickly slid edgeways into some very romantic Bach. "May I have the pleasure of this dance milady?" Bob asked with a deep, continental bow.

"Robert, it's the middle of the afternoon...you don't dance in the middle of the afternoon…not in a crowded restaurant... And quit bowing. People are beginning to stare." The conniving male ignored her protests and drew her in, began to waltz her around the floor. Soon her protests were overpowered by warm feelings for the big man and she laid her head on his shoulder, snuggled in closer to his warmth.

When the song ended the intuitive pianist began another slow, melodic ballad for the pair to continue their show. Unaware of the audience gathering to watch, the two soon to be lovers, continued, lost and alone in their own little world. When the song ended, Rebecca reluctantly lifted her head from its so very comfortable nest and only then heard the applause of, not only the other patrons, but most of the kitchen staff as well.

The bright crimson face returned, and huge tears rolled down her cheeks. Becky stood on tiptoe and gave her Bob a most delightful little kiss on his cheek. This brought the crowd to a almost fever pitch as their show of approval went from polite applause to almost rock concert strength clapping, complete with a wolf whistler, and two hooters!

"Come on Dove...We’d better get out of here, before they want an encore."

Gathering up her purse Rebecca took Bob's hand and unflinching, followed him back out into the main lobby. But, Just as they reached the double doors, the devilish Robert turned to the audience and announced, "Thank you very much for attending today’s performance. It was our pleasure presenting to you. Please bring your friends back for the eleven o'clock show...” he bowed low then repeated, “Thank you, again."

This gained the 'card' another quick playful slap on the shoulder.

"ROBERT! Please... don't you ever quit?"

Cary Grant answered. "I will continue to spoil you with everything I have to give, until you face the fact that I adore you."

"What movie is that out of?" the infatuated woman asked sharply, though surprised at how well he carried off the perfect “Cary Grant” image.

"Huh... Hell if I know.... But it sounded good didn't it?"

Another round of giggles and another, though a bit clumsy, attack on Bob’s body exploded from his Lady of the Manor.

"Ow! OW!" He yelled in mock protest. "Someone help me. My lover is abusing me!"

Rebecca stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the word “lover” and looked up into his eyes at the same moment his focused on hers, and they knew in that instant they were approaching THAT crossroads in their relationship. Reading her mind, Bob hesitantly asked, his voice faltering for the first time since they had met. "Now what do we do?"

With a cute shoulder shrug and a little shiver, the very much in love girl almost silently squeaked. "I don't know."

Breaking the moment, 'Bart' began the courtship once again. "I know... Lets go see some of the town’s sights... Come on, I know this great little shop here that YOU are just going to fall in love with."

Almost proclaiming it aloud, Becky thought, "I have everything I need to love right here in front of me." Her thoughts were rudely broken as she felt a rather strong tug on her wrist, and with a quick uprooting, she felt dragged along behind the briskly walking man.

Along the cobblestone walks they tread, along with other tourists and skiers that seemed bent on enjoying the late October afternoon. They quickly arrived at his destination, and with a little push Bob opened the door to a quaint little named simply The Dress Shoppe. The tinkle of a bell above the door as they entered made Rebecca smile. It reminded her of the encounter with the receptionist at the realtor’s office and caused her to giggle softly.

With a practiced eye, the very experienced shopper entered the little store, quickly noticing the amount of big designer labels on display before her. Like a kid in a candy store she began to all but run up and down the aisles trying to take in all the sights available as quickly as possible, as to assess just which bargains she simply can't possibly live without. " God, there were so MANY!" It was a ‘bargain hunter’s” paradise!

From across the Shoppe a sharp call drew her attention.

"Bob Arnold! Finally! You awful cad! You’ve finally made it out here! I've been waiting ages to see you again."

The large man turned to face the exuberant person addressing him. "Moner!" He shouted every bit as loud as her greeting had been. "How are you?"

"Please, Robert? We are in public."

The shopkeeper teasingly laughed in delight and struck the big man on his shoulder with the palm of her hand.

"Ow! Why is every woman hitting on me today." He jokingly whined and hugged the Mona.

Rebecca, with lioness’ instinct, detecting an enemy force moving in on her territory, slid over to the pair, and to drag his attention from the perky younger woman, as well as show that one she considered Bob her mate, she hit Bob on his other shoulder. "It's to make sure you stay in line. And besides, we like it." She stated, quickly critiquing the completion closely.

"Rebecca. This is Mona Roberts," Robert introduced, while holding both his offended shoulders in mock pain.

"Mona. This is Rebecca Stewart."

Mona, first, on the mark sensing Rebecca was thinking she might be making an attempt at stealing her man, decided to put the quite cute Becky at ease. "So Bob this is the vision of loveliness you told me about last night on the phone. The one that had you behaving like a pimple faced teen-ager going out on his first date?"

"Yup!" was all he said.

Rebecca, not knowing what to think, did not easily accepted the arm intertwining with hers as Mona escorted her thru the Shoppe. Under her breath, just loud enough Bob was unable to hear, Mona explained, "Relax! Bob and I are just old friends. He is all yours, girl. He had me on the phone for an hour telling me all about this fresh young thing he met on the ferry, who he just had to get to know better."

Both girls look back at Bob standing there, the very image of the Alpha Male suddenly faced with the feeling of being unsure of what he should be doing next, and giggled girlishly as they moved towards a wall lined with lightly loaded dress racks.

"Here. I have just got to show you this,” Mona said as they took off to explore the trendy Shoppe, stopping at a selection of very expensive evening gowns. Rebecca's wide eyes increased to double their normal size when she paused to view the wondrous calliope of colourful creations hanging from the multitude of racks before her. The girl-with-a-sweet tooth left alone in a candy shop was back.

"Oh, my God! Look at all of these gorgeous gowns. This is incredible!” Becky exclaimed while touching as many as possible and feeling everything in her sight.

"I think you would look delightful in this," Mona exclaimed holding up the proverbial LBD made in light delicate chiffon. “Yes,” she looked at the delicate blonde and winked. “Positively delicious!”

The over-excited 'school girl' gasped and sighed, “Awww,” at the sight before her eyes.

"Why don't you just go in and try it on?" the Dress Shoppe mistress asked softly, using very little effort to lead the suddenly zombie-like forty-year-old teen towards the changing rooms. With hardly any reservations, Becky followed the beautiful dress into the room. A few minutes later she emerged from the change area with the wondrous creation hugging her body.

Standing in front of the three-way mirror, a breathless, "Wow!" was all she could manage to croak. "Its... It's beautiful." The dress simply bellowed femininity and male provocation; that it had been created to be ripped from her body by whatever male it provoked.

"Umm, not quite, it’s missing something," she heard from behind her. "Wait right there I've got just the thing!" the excited Dress Shoppe keeper exclaimed and ran off, while all Rebecca could do is admire her sensual self in the mirror. Absently-mindedly beginning to arrange her hair differently, just to get an impression, just to see what this would look like, if she were to get all dressed up in the LBD for a night on the town. Or would undressed be more accurate? It would be, she knew, 'a night to remember'. Suddenly, Mona returned with her arms laden with boxes of items.

"Rebecca what size shoes do you wear?"

Taken off guard by the question, she replied with out even thinking, "Seven… Medium.” Mona gave the other clerk quick instructions and she was out the door followed by the tinkling bell.

"Now lets make this look like the million dollar outfit it was designed to be." Ms. Roberts directed leading Becky back into the change room. "Now dear, off with the dress and lets get you looking perfect."

She handed Rebecca a strapless bra in basic black sateen and lace. " You're a "B", right?"

The half-naked woman just nodded her head, unable to comprehend the rapidity of her total loss of control of this situation. '' Oh my God. How do I get myself into these situations? This woman is going to find out my secret, if I'm not very careful. I wish she would just let it go.''

Thinking of an excuse to prevent being exposed, Rebecca quickly said, "That's okay, Mona, its beautiful dress... and I would really love to own it, but I can't afford it right now, and as much as I would love to have it… Thank you for helping me, but I really should get dressed. Bob is waiting for me out there!"

"Nonsense! Bob can wait... honey it would be a dereliction of my duty not to let you see how this entire outfit would look on you." She said as she began stripping the frightened middle-aged customer. The chiffon creation slid back down Rebecca's pert well-rounded, too-enticing bottom. Keeping her front to the wall, so as not to expose her secret, she shyly complied with the aggressive storeowner.

Mona finally suggested Becky remove her own bra, and then wrapped the seamless basic black satin strapless bra around her chest. With a soft chuckle, she deftly fastened the bit of satin behind her now compliant model. When the woman stood before her holding out the next item, Rebecca was surprised to recognize a TINY waist-cincher, also black and satin.

Reaching around Rebecca, Mona positioned and tightened the feminine prison to give her winsome charge a wasp-like figure Bob would never be able to resist. She then handed her reluctant victim a satin garter belt and a "Barely There" lace and elastic string thong panty. "Here you go, dear...you put these on and I'll just pop out and get some sexy new stockings that I just know will be perfectly adorable with that killer dress." Then, with a swish of the curtain she was gone.

Breaking all speed records for the Emergency Panty Change, Rebecca removed her selection from this morning and replaced them with Mona's choice, within ten seconds. Carefully tucking 'Willy' in to it's home, she carefully examined the area for any tell tale signs. Suddenly the private inspection was interrupted by Mona's boisterous return.

"Lovely aren't they. I told you they would look good on you. Now was I wrong?"

All Rebecca could do was shake her head, at a complete loss for a reply. She then picked up the garter belt and fastened it in place about her wide, womanly hips. Deftly tucking the tabs thru her delicate scanties she sat as Mona handed her one of the pure silk stockings to put on. So, lost in deep thought concerning the sheer luxurious feely of the fine stockings, Rebecca completely forgot about composure. When she raised her leg to fit the rolled up material over her toes, she revealed her secret to the whole world, but more importantly, to the Dress Shoppe mistress, Mona Roberts.

"Oh! Oh my!" Mona gasped.

Rebecca, fear-filled, suddenly afraid that her fairytale kingdom was about to come crashing down about her, began to shake and cry at the same time.

The learned shopkeeper realized the anguish of a sister in pain, forgot all about what she had just seen and stooped to comfort the sobbing woman. She held the other woman tight for the longest time, until Becky's tears subsided.

"Look at us...we are both a mess," Mona said as she wiped a tear off her own cheek, a result of the sympathy for her new friend's plight. "Now you just stay right here and I'll be right back... don't move."

Rebecca made a desperate grab for the other woman, in hopes of stopping the bad scene that was surely about to develop. “Please! Don’t…”

"Don't worry dear your secret is safe with me... I won't tell a soul, including Bob... but you are on your own there, girl..." she assured her sobbing customer cum friend. "Now stay here and I’ll get you something to wear, and we can fix that raccoon look you’ve developed there, because that look went out in the mid sixty's. And girl, it is definitely NOT you!"

When she left, Rebecca strained to hear what was transpiring just a few feet outside of her little prison. She could make out Mona telling Bob to go down to the coffee shop and get two teas, black with lemon.

"Why don't you just make them right here in that little kitchenette you had me put in there?"

"Robert! You are not listening to me... now, go down to the shop and get us two cups of tea. PLEASE!"

A few seconds later Rebecca, hearing the tinkle of the bell signalling Bob's exit, looked forlornly into the mirror and sighed heavily. The next heartbeat Mona returned with a robe and a pair of fuzzy slippers for Rebecca to wear on her trip to the powder room. "Come on honey we can get this done and he'll never even know this took place.”

When they were safely behind the locked door of the room, Rebecca began to ask Mona why she was helping her like this.

"I have my personal reasons... and I’ll tell you about them sometime over a glass of wine, or three... now let’s get you all cleaned up and looking beautiful again for Mister Moneybags shall we?"

In her very quiet schoolgirl voice Becky, squeezed out, "Uh-huh."

Scant moments later two pairs of busy hands had not only repaired the damaged make up but had also created a passable resemblance of an upswept do, that would compliment the LBD which had started all this. Ducking out first, to see if the coast was clear, Mona returned and gave her fellow conspirator the thumbs up sign. With a streak of colour both of them were across the shop and back into the change room where they had started. Scant seconds later the tinkle bell sounded, heralding Robert's return with the teas.

"Just set them on the counter dear... We'll be out in a minute... thanks luv." all without even seeing the perplexed Bob, whose mind was trying to make sense of this entire tea fetching exercise.

Now properly dressed, with the sheer silk stockings encasing her shapely legs Rebecca stepped into the black pumps while Mona was doing the final primping to the hem and waist area.

"Okay. Do the twirl." She instructs. And the now very pretty and blushing fairy princess is happy to comply. "One thing missing." the owner expostulated, and removed the single strand of pearls from around her own neck to drape them around Rebecca's.

"Just to get the full effect dear. Yes just as I suspected this dress was made with you in mind. Bob is going to flip when he sees you in this. In fact he may just seize you and that will be it."

When to co-conspirators re-enter the shop, Bob's eyes lifted from his disposable cup. At the same time his eyes expanded to almost three times their normal size in a classic “double take”, his jaw slammed open, he started to gag on his half swallowed coffee, and he managed to spill a large amount all over himself and the chair he was sitting on.

Both women just stood there and giggled at the show that had unfolded in front of their very eyes.

"Wow!" the startled man croaked trying to regain his voice and his composure at the same time, and failing miserably at both.

"Told you to trust me." Mona stated as she reached for and handed Bob a roll of paper towels so that he could clean up his own mess.

If Mel Blanc were there at that point in time there would have been a cartoon light bulb over Rebecca's head as she 'twigged' as to what had been transpiring for the last half an hour or so.

"This was all prearranged... Wasn't it? You set me up, Robert Bartholomew Arnold."

Mona was now laughing uncontrollably at the juicy tidbit of info she had just learned. "Bartholomew!" She roared with laughter. "Hey, BART... How's it goin', BART? Ghad! This is too rich. Rebecca, if BART hadn't already agreed to pay for everything you tried on today, I would give you that complete outfit just for the finding out BART's real name."

"You arranged to buy this outfit for me sight unseen... What if I had said no, I wanted to take the gondola up to the top of the mountain instead?" the amazed woman exclaimed.

"Then you would have got what was behind door number two." he quipped in the late 60's game show host's voice.

"Well this lovely assistant is not done abusing your dates credit card yet dear. So lets see what else we can add to the pot shall we?" Mona replied in her Carole Merrill tone, as she escorted Becky's arm down the next aisle of surprises.

An hour later, accompanied by the hungry smile and greedy laughter of the willing cardholder, Rebecca had treated him to four more complete ensemble displays. Finally Rebecca shouts. "I surrender. My feet are killing me. I need a break."

Robert jokingly smiled, "Are you sure... there is still merchandise left here that you haven't tried on yet? I mean there are still a few things left on the shelf that you don't have more than one of yet?"

Becky is not sure if the big man is joking or not and suddenly becomes very uncomfortable with the liberal way she and Mona have been abusing his credit limit.

"Well, if you're sure? Then Mona, wrap it up. I think my princess has had her fill for now." Bob laughed, enjoying her obvious discomfort. "It's okay, Becky, I’m really only joking. Actually I got off luckier than I thought I was going to. If this had been Mona's main store on Robson Street, the bill would have been twice as much as it was, so you see I got away virtually unscathed."

"Bob. That is a lot of money you just spent on me, I can't let you pay for all of this... It's not right."

"Oh don't worry about Daddy Warbucks billfold, Rebecca. I’m sure he'll find a way to write this off as some sort of business expense. Somehow... Maybe we’ll just run it back through the store as a promotional, or write it up as a modeling expense," Mona reassured her.

"Good thinking, Moner! You still have some mighty fine ideas occasionally.”

"Ha!"

As the bags and boxes grew into a large stack on the counter, the familiar form of Martin appeared thru the shop door. With a flourish of his peaked cap, he greeted the shell-shocked woman. "Good afternoon, Miss Rebecca. Did you find something nice?''

"G-Good afternoon, Martin. Yes, I did. Thank you."

“Martin, Rebecca and I are going to stroll up to the to the ice-cream wagon for a double dip. Please pick us up there when you have these loaded."

"Yes sir! Mr. Arnold,” the bulky pack mule responded.

A wicked smile suddenly developed across Rebecca's face. She slid over to Mona and whispered something into her ear. They giggled, looked over at the two men standing there, and shook their heads up and down at the same time.

"Martin, do you get the feeling we are about to be had?” Bob asked.

"Yes sir... something is up, something is definitely up, Sir." The apprehensive driver agreed.

"Okay Prince Charming you may escort me to our next location." The pampered princess stated emphatically.

"Thank you, Mona for all your help this afternoon. And I will see you back in the city."

“Oh, it has been MY pleasure, as always, BART!" she snickered again.

"GRRRRRRR!"

And with a tinkle the happy couple left the shop.

The late afternoon sun felt warm on their faces as the twined twosome strolled arm in arm up the cobblestone walkway to their next location. Bob spoke in soft tones as Becky snuggled in tight against his chest while savouring the feel of his beefy arm around her much smaller shoulder. "Every time I come up here, weather permitting of course, I stop and allow myself this little indulgence." He stated as if this was his own private little kingdom.

A derisive snort came from the very comfortable woman.

"What's so funny?"

"You. Robert, this whole trip has been nothing but over-indulgence ever since you picked me up at noon... We flew up here in the fanciest helicopter, that I'm sure you could find, and then we have lunch at The Chateau. And not just any lunch. No! ... Chef Paul Garneau, one of the most sought-after chefs in all Canada just happens to be preparing lunch today. Then you take me to what has to be the most expensive dress shop I have ever dreamed of being in, let alone actually buying from, and you then spend more money than a lot of people’s net income for the year, and then-" She was giggling so hard she could barely continue. "And then you tell me you just have to allow yourself this one little indulgence, just to let yourself know you are alive."

"Well, you see ... It's all for a good cause, you know. It's for the kids... No, really...see, it also helps to raise the sprits of this lovely youthful lady walking with me, so you see, that helps the kids."

"What kids are you talking about?" she asked. "Never mind." Rebecca then contradicted herself. "I really don't think I want to know."

The giant beside her flicked his tongue over his lips and smiled, with a very wicked little gleam in his eyes.

"You are something else Robert B. Arnold. Multi millionaire playboy."

"Shhh! ... Not so loud... Everyone will hear you and then, you'll have to share me with the thousands of other women that want my body."

"OH! Oh, pleeese! Give me a break." Rebecca pleaded in a teasing tone, as they approach a small portable kiosk resembling one half a garden gazebo. Parked against the low retaining wall of the outlook, which provided a spectacular overview of the valley below the village. Incongruous as it was, it looked natural, as if it belonged there.

The couple, arms still entwined, moved across the cobbled walk to the gaily-decorated shop done mostly in happy shades and tints of pink and white. A sign set out on the curb in the front announced, 'Pips Ices', then proudly stated in a line below, '41 flavours and rising'.

"Bob, you are NOT serious? It's damn near...oops! Sorry, Momma," she exclaimed quickly looking skyward as if expecting a bolt of lightening. Then, clearing her throat in hopes that she would be forgiven once again, Becky continued, "It's darn near the end of October and we are going for ice cream?"

"Yup!"

"You are incredible."

The Duke saddled up and proclaimed "Well, thank ya’ li'l lady."

The worst John Wayne imitation so far, earned the man another light tap on the upper bicep.

"Hi, Pip! How's da biz?"

"Hugs da Bob!" a little pixie behind the bar yelled suddenly turning back to face the front of the tiny tubular store. "Long time no see." Sunlight danced among the tight golden curls capping her head.

"Yes, it has... must be all of... oh ... what now... three weeks?" he joked back.

"Yup, but it seems like it's been three ages." The wide elfin-blue eyes glinted merrily as they flicked from Bob to Becky with unabashed curiosity.

"Pip. This is Rebecca. Becky this is PIP. She makes the best damn... oops. Sorry Becky's momma..." he snapped, suddenly looking skyward, just as his darling date had done but a few minutes earlier. "Anyway, the Pip makes the best, you know what, ice cream I have ever tasted." Facing forwards, he asked of the perky little princess in pink, "What’s the flavour of the day, PIP?''

"For you, luv, Rocky Road," the diminutives little miss matched back.

"Make it a double... how 'bout you Becky?" he asked turning his attention again to the unsure participant standing beside him.

"May I have a single scoop of Maple Walnut please?"

"Coming right up!" the tiny giggler announced.

A few moments later, with heavily laden cones in Bob's and the beauty's hands, the big man attempted to pay for their frozen treasures, but Pip would have none of it.

"Jen-Jen, you know your money is no good in my store. If you feel you have to pay, throw some small change in the can to help the kids."

Rebecca's eyes suddenly become very big as she witnesses him put a crisp one thousand dollar bill in the tin can with the sign The Cancer Society's Help the Kids Program (obvious plug) taped neatly to its side. Respect for this man was suddenly raised about another couple of dozen notches. Suddenly she figured out what he had been going on about before, and the generosity that he had shown all afternoon very nearly overwhelmed her.

"Bless you, Bob Arnold," the young concession owner whispered softly as they left the ice cream stand hand in hand.

"That was a pretty nice thing you just did back there," Rebecca stated, indicating back towards the shop.

"Aww, shucks, ma'am! 'Twern't nothing... ye see, gal, it makes me feel guud when ah do fer them kids," the large man croaked in a reasonable George "Gabby" Hayes. Realizing his macho image was seriously in jeopardy by his becoming choked up, Bob explained, "Must have gone down the wrong hole."

Rebecca knew better; she saw the single tear on his cheek and a thousand watt smile on his face. "Right," she whispered softly.

They walked the few yards to the Black Cherry Mercedes. Martin already standing there with the door ajar, smiled at their approach.

Stopping suddenly, Rebecca snapped, "Wait! Bob, will you hold this?" she asked all aflutter, pushing her half-eaten waffle cone into the man's free hand. Then, with a quick turn and a smile she called back over her shoulder, "I'll be right back," and hurriedly clicked back the way they had just come.

Pip saw the classy lassie return to the kaleidoscope kiosk and immediately thought Rebecca had lost something. "Did you drop something?" she asked the rushed woman.

"No…but I did forget something.” Becky grinned broadly as she looked at the perplexed shopkeeper's face. "Do have some way to pack your ice cream for take out?" she asked in breathless merriment anticipating its use. "I mean like in an insulated container to take home?"

"Sure do. What size and what flavour would you like, ma'am?"

Unsure of what flavour she should get Rebecca figured, I'll go for the safe one. "Vanilla please. A litre please."

"Coming right up.’’ The petite Pip said and dove into the depths of a huge freezer. Her small feet, encased in incredibly tall spike-heeled pink pumps, pedaled wildly as they dangled off the floor while she retrieved Becky's request.

Performing her own bit of retrieval as well, Becky extracted a twenty-dollar bill from her change purse.

"Would you like a bag for that, Rebecca?” Pip asked a moment later, brushing a bit of frost from an arched eyebrow.

"Yes, please." Becky felt her curiosity pique while taking notice of several triple rainbow pictures prominently displayed on the back wall of the store and wondered briefly of their significance.

Pip dropped the insulated container into an insulated bag along with a slip of "dry" ice, then handed the customer her ice cream and, as adamantly as before, refused a payment from Rebecca. Not to be outdone, faking a blonde moment, Becky entered into her ditz act, and 'accidentally' dropped the bill on top of the curved glass ice cream display. When the money slid down the glass, the pink-clad pixie bent down to pick it back up and give it back to Becky. However, as she returned to her full height of almost five feet, one inch, she saw Rebecca, going by the by, wiggling her fingers and mouthing the words, "Thank you," over her left shoulder.

Finally the playfully passionate pair was safely, to Martin's relief, ensconced in the back of the car and he was able to begin the almost two-hour drive back to Vancouver. Opening the small on-board fridge, Becky, after she removed the tray of ice cubes and sitting them in the main part of the bar-fridge, placed the brightly coloured PIP'S ICES take away bag on top the tiny ice cube tray.

"What was that all about?" the curious male passenger asked.

"Never mind. It's a treat for someone special," was all she giggled girlishly with a saucy little gleam in her eye.

Soon, the scenery rolling by and the excitement of the last few hours began to take their toll on the fully relaxed couple and Rebecca’s eyes involuntarily closed, her head falling ever so softly onto Bob’s shoulder. Comforting the tired lass, slowly raising his arm, he wrapped the sleeping beauty in a firm embrace. As she began to snuggle closer for warmth and security, he spoke softly. “Rest my Princess. May your sleep find thee well,” he whispered and then lightly kissed her forehead.

Originally posted to Classic Big Closet on Thursday, August 12, 2004

~HOT~
~CROSSINGS~

Part 7
~A Night To Remember: Faux Pas~

By Becky Stewart & RickkiB.

faux pas

Though it seemed like mere minutes later, it was well over an hour when Robert's eyes suddenly popped open. In that first few moments of awakening daze, he wondered where he was, and what he was doing there. Suddenly he smiled remembering the special package he was keeping safe and secure in his arms.

Somehow always alert to his employer's every move, Martin from his position in the drivers seat, said quietly, "Good evening Bob... Did you enjoy your rest?"

"Yes I did Martin... Thanks... Where are we?"

"Just entering North Van, we're on the Upper Levels Highway. We should be at the hotel in..." He glanced at the car's chronometer, "approximately twenty minutes, traffic permitting of course." The chauffeur chuckled then in a rather crude manner that only another professional would understand. The term 'traffic permitting' covered a host of unexpected events that could cause travel delays

"Of course." The big man answered with a knowing grin, he then stifled a huge yawn. "Oh excuse me." He exclaimed.

Then, at a tiny movement, Bob looked down at the small perky bundle, which had managed to snuggle in quite close during their trip. Quite reluctant to break the magical spell that seem to surround the girl like an aura, he knew that he should wake her, so that she had a chance to become fully alert before their arrival.

Fortune smiled on him once again, as he was not burdened with making that decision. Becky awoke with a beaming smile, looking for all intents and purposes like a small child awaking from her afternoon nap. Bob, spellbound by the imagery, couldn't help but stare and make that comparison.

"You're simply beautiful when you sleep. Did you know that?" He quietly enquired of the slightly dazed nymph.

"Oh my... I must have fallen asleep. I'm sorry. How long did I sleep? Where are we? What time is it? Why did you let me do that?" Rebecca whispered as she slowly returned to the land of the confused conscious.

Bob answered the questions in short fashion. "Just about an hour, North Van, just after seven, and because you needed the sleep."

She stared at him and shook her pretty head, dazed, but coming out of it.

"Hungry?" He asked his amazed companion.

"Not really." Her lilting voice now resumed its now familiar soft Scottish tone. "But I am pretty thirsty, though."

Opening the sliding door that held the beverage containers, Bob selected two crystal highball glasses. He then opened the bar fridge and took out a container with fresh cut lemons in it. Then he extracted a bottle of Perrier. The impressive man smiled and split the mineral water between them, squeezed a wedge of lemon into each glass, and somehow managed to produce two 'crazy straws,' which he placed in the bubbly refreshments.

"Nice touch." Rebecca giggled. She was duly impressed. She laughed uproariously at the absurdity of the sight before her. Very responsible looking drinks in fine cut crystal, with a child's playful 'curly straw' sticking out the top, gave the entire episode an utterly eccentric air. Cautiously the happy couple resumed their prior curled-into-one-another positions and sipped on their drinks like well-behaved little children. That is to say as well-behaved as any children confronted with such an opportunity, laughing, nosily slurping and snorting, as they played games with their silly-straws.

Finally the noise the duo created settled down to a dull roar. Rebecca, happy with the way the day had gone, but realizing it had to end soon said. "Oh Bob, I've really enjoyed myself today. It was a lot of fun. Thank you." She then stretched her lithe, curvy body delightfully across Bob's lap, gave him a nice, but wet kiss on the cheek.

"Hey gal, you make it sound as if the day is over."

When she, still draped across his knees, thrust her head back and looked into his eyes in surprise, and quizzed in a tiny voice, "It's not?"

"Ha! Not by a long shot. We still have dinner to take care of... Remember? You owe me."

"Pardon me?" The winsome wench wriggled wickedly, wondering at the wanton possibilities a night on the town with Bob might produce.

"You owe me. Remember on the ferry, you said, and I quote... Why yes Bob, I would love to have dinner with you. Remember? And besides, if I remember correctly, and I do, YOU lost the discussion, so I won by default."

"But-bu..."

"Martin. Please swing by my hotel and drop me off. Then drive Rebecca to her apartment, and wait there for her, while she changes... Then, return her back to the hotel and pick me up." Robert commanded.

"YES SIR!" The obedient driver replied, unable to contain his pleasure.

"But... I don't... I mea..."

Cutting her off in mid word, Bob turned to her and asked. "Do you like Italian?" She automatically shook her head yes, trying to carry on protesting. "Good! Then, my precious, that is settled, and it's all arranged." The tone of his words explained rather graphically he would brook no further argument, so she meekly acquiesced.

"Oooh, MEN!" She giggled and again playfully punched him on the shoulder.

The determined businessman, suddenly in work mode, quickly removed his cell phone from his inside breast pocket. Flipping it open, he turned it on and punched in a double-digit number, and waited. Speaking a very passable Italian he asked to speak to a Angelo. "Angelo? It's Bob. Fine thank you. Angelo, I have a very lovely lady I am trying very hard to impress, and I was wondering if you could find room for two in your restaurant for dinner this evening? Around eight, eight thirty? Fine... That would be great... Perfect... Yes, tell Aldo I look forward to hearing him play tonight. Thanks again Angelo. We shall see you soon." With a quick press of another button, the determined businessman announced that he was closed for business for the day, and returned the small phone to his inside pocket.

"Everything is all set up. Mama Rosa's around eight-ish or so..." He said as though mentally making note. He then looked at his stunned conquest and asked, "Will that work for you?"

Quite simply, she was amazed at the many talents this incredible renaissance man of hers possessed, and could only squeak a soft, "yes," as her personal opinion of Robert Bartholomew Arnold just kept getting higher and higher.

Soon the impressive limo pulled to a smooth halt at the main entrance of The Hotel Vancouver. The ornately uniformed doorman saluted smartly and presented himself at the rear passenger door as it clicked softly, signalling that it was unlocked. Bob easily manoeuvred around Rebecca, and with a light peck on the cheek told her, "I will see you in about an hour and a half.

Once again she knew there was to be no denial, no argument.

The door closed and Martin and she were off.

"He stays at The hotel Vancouver... WOW!... Of course he stays at the Vancouver! Where else would he stay? He obviously has plenty of money... If I could afford it I would stay here too." Clearing her mind of such foolishness that was now presently controlling her, she focused on the events of the last six or so hours. "I have had more fairy tale dreams come true today than at any other time that I can think of."

Too soon it seemed the lengthy limo was rolling through the Kerrisdale area and the vehicle came to a regal halt directly in front of Rebecca's apartment building.

Only just, she remembered to wait for Martin to open the door, so she reached into the small freezer in the bar fridge and extracted the now soft ice cream.

The efficient employee, the chauffeur cum bodyguard offered his hand in order to make Rebecca's exit from the car easier.

"Martin. This is for you."

"For me? Miss. It wasn't necessary. Mr. Arnold sees that I am very well compensated for my services."

"I'm sure that he does." Becky continued. "However, we both had ice cream, while you didn't, so I thought it only fair that you should have some as well."

"Oh, that's where you are wrong, Ma'am. I already had my fix of Pip's Ices."

Suddenly Becky saw a casual side to the very proper employee as he made his next statement. "You really don't think we could go all the way up to the lodge, and I would not have any of Pip's wondrous creams. It's just not done." He said, quickly returning to his stately manner. "You know all of her ices are homemade." He slyly added.

They both enjoyed a good laugh over his enthusiastic comments.

"Well come on up anyway, and I'll fix you a bowl of Pip's creams anyway." The tall woman invited as she began walking up the path.

"OH! No Ma'am." He exclaimed. That wouldn't be proper. And besides, I've got a great many things to do while you are getting ready for Mr. Arnold. I need to remove the road salt from this car before it starts to corrode the finish. And if I hurry, I'll have the task completed and be back here to pick you up in just under the time allotted. I'll give you a hand with all the parcels and then I must be going, if I am to stick to the schedule."

Rebecca realized that was the most words she had heard the man speak since she met him. "Okay, well we better get going then. I would hate for Bob to be angry with you because I held you up."

"Yes Ma'am." The giant hulk responded, as they both shared another chuckle and walked up the flagstone path.

Juggling parcels, Becky reached for the first of many keys that would allow her entry into the fortress. Finally she was in her bit of paradise, placing her burden on the bed. "Just put them next to these ones on the bed please." indicated the lass, with a sweep of her arm. "Thank you Martin. Are you sure you won't stay and get some rest, it could be a long night... I could make you a sandwich or something, and a cup of tea, if you like... It's no trouble?"

"No Ma'am. I need to get going. I have a lot to accomplish in the next hour." Martin said as he headed for the exit.

Rebecca, almost with a snotty airs about her said, "Very well... when you return, I want you to ring my bell, and I will stay up here until you arrive."

"Very well." The large man returned with a smile on his face, and a quick two-finger salute.

The door no sooner clicked shut when Rebecca went into hyper mode. "Oh my god, an hour... I'm never going to make it." She all but ran into the bedroom and began undressing. When she was halfway completed her strip, she went into the ensuite, and started a nice warm bath.

She applied a liberal amount of bath beads and perfumed oils to the water that was rushing in forming a foaming froth in the small swimming pool. Turning on her heels, she realized she must have been quite the sight, standing there in panty, bra, and incongruous mid-calf black boots. Almost like some fetishists fantasy, she scolded and turned away from the erotic reflection cast by the tall gilt framed mirror.

Giggling at the thought of it, she divested her slender body of the tall boots and reached for her robe hanging on the tall clothes tree standing by the head of her bed. Smiling to herself she knew there was only one outfit that was suitable for tonight. "Now, just to find it! Oh my god, look at all these clothes... That man spent a bundle on me." Finally after much tossing of clothes about the bed she locates the first outfit of today's 'Shopping Olympics.'

Becky laid out the knee length black chiffon creation with all the accessories, then grabbed the tiny strapless bra, and the matching thong panties; they had almost caused her fairy tale to come crashing about her ears just a few hours ago. Becky skipped back into the bathroom noticing the water level, and with a childish glee, announced, "perfect."

Becky stood in front of the vanity, and without conscious thought reached for the jar of Ponds and the little cotton pads. Spreading a liberal amount on her face she then took the pads and removed the remnants of her repaired make up. A thorough wash of the now exposed skin, and the application of her 'Biotherm' treatment and she is ready for that wondrous bath. She then squeezed a dollop of Pearl Drops on her brush and let the Braun buzz away. After she removed the rest of her clothing, the rushed nymph slid into the foaming elixir.

Sitting back enjoying the feeling that the soothing water had on her slightly tired body she allowed her head to rest on the back of the tub surround. "Hey girl! One hour remember. You are going to have to get rolling here if you are going to be ready on time." Bolting upright Rebecca took her loufa and her favourite soap and gently massaged away the day's grime. Wishing she could stay longer and relax she reluctantly lifted herself from the tub and with a practiced motion pushed down the plunger and jumped out before those pesky reptiles could get her toes.

Patting herself with the fluffy bath sheet she wondered what she could do to fix the Medusa like creation that sprouted from her head. Dropping the towel on the counter she slid into the black satin wisps that she had worn briefly that day already. She closed her eyes and with a disdainful expression put 'willy' away again. Positioning the strapless bra she reached around and snapped it closed. "Now, where's that belly binder?" she giggled at her own little wit and then took off for the bedroom again in search of that so necessary item.

"Oh my God! I better hang up that dress or it's going to be a mass of wrinkles," she exclaimed. "I'll never get it looking good." A frenzied grab and pitch ensued until she had located the object of her quest. Mona had packed the dress in tissue and had folded it in such a way that there were virtually no wrinkles what so ever. Saying a silent prayer she thanked Mona for thinking ahead.

Back in the other room again, Rebecca put on the waist cincher and with much effort managed to make sure that it closed in the last set of fastenings. "I don't need to eat tonight anyway. The amount of food I had at lunch was probably enough to hike me up the dress size anyway." She convinced herself. "Damn... Sorry Mama ..." "Not enough time to change my nails, cinnamon will have to do!" A quick glace at her nails did not reveal any chips or flaws with the perfection she had created Sunday night after packing. "I have to take all this off for tomorrow, but tonight it's perfect."

Standing before the vanity mirror she applied a thin base coat of foundation and began the laborious task of making very pretty eyes. Actually she never had to really put that much effort into this, as she had been blessed with 'doe like eyes' since birth. Taking up the eyeliner, the temptation quickly added a thin accent on each eye. With a quick lick of the pencil she then drew it across her severely plucked brows. Steadying her slightly shaking hand by resting her elbow to the surface of the vanity, Becky applied eye shadow a tad heavier than normal.

Picking up the soft makeup brush, the delicate darling deftly stroked the area so the colours blended perfectly. Smiling at the result, she then took another soft brush, lightly dipped into her face powder, and ever so lightly brushed that on the rest of her face so that no shiny spots would be seen. The blushing Rebecca put on her lipstick, blotting between the two coats. She then put on a topcoat of gloss to give that wet lip look that looked so very sensual that men seemed unable to wait to kiss off.

Plugging in the curling iron to allow it to warm, the dimpled dish dashed off to the bedroom to sort out the mess on the bed. Moments later the 'bargoons' had been carefully placed away in a semblance of order. The only thing remaining on the bed was the little bag containing the goodies, a secret treat that Mona and she shared a secret about, well one of the day's little secrets anyway. The wicked smile curling her full lips was positively wanton as she placed the bag on the large dresser and returned to the chore of fixing her hair.

With the same expertise as any trained hairdresser, she quickly had the golden spill at the back of her head upswept and had two tendrils, carefully placed to appear "fly away", draped downward deliberately framing the sides of her face, carefully looking for flaws in the 'do' she fussed with a few errant hairs before cementing the whole thing in place. Deciding that the evening's scent should be exotic, that there is only one choice, the winsome wench selected Paloma Picasso.

Smiling a decidedly anticipatory smile, she carefully dabbed a minute quantity behind each ear, a touch behind each knee and at the base of her flat abdomen before rubbing the rest of the quickly evaporating perfume on her wrists.

The light, lively little garter belt and the incredible sleek silk stockings she had very briefly experienced earlier went on next. A quick look in the mirror ensured the old-fashioned, but oh-so-sexy seams were straight. Giggling with wicked intentions filling her head, she walked over to the dresser and slithered sensuously into a black half-slip.

Next stop, the closet, to slide her small feet into the plain black three-inch high spike heeled pumps. Savouring several sensual sensations, she moved across the soft carpet and momentarily paused beside the bed, while a shiver of delicious anticipation rippled down her spine and then slid the cocktail-length masterpiece off the padded hanger.

Carefully then, she held it open and stepped into the dark circle, the slowly slid the light, almost fragile looking creation up over her full hips. Humming a senseless ditty, she fastened the catches in the back and slid up the almost invisible zipper. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, with the strong bathroom light shining thru the dress, she suddenly realized why Mona had very deliberately selected the sexy, skimpy strapless bra.

"Damn!" she exclaimed, and then suddenly lifted her eyes. "Sorry, Momma, but..."

It appeared as though everything was in plain view, when in fact everything was quite covered. This gave the dress the illusion of something there but not quite in sight. "Mona! You little tease." Becky giggled.

Slipping into a lovely lass mode, she than transferred all of the evenings essentials into a small glittery clutch purse. Suddenly the crisp chirp of the phone broke her concentration. Verifying that it was indeed Martin on the other end, she buzzed the punctual man into the building. A moment more and Martin made his way into the flat and began singing astonished praises of the result of Rebecca's change in such a short period.

"Thank you. Martin. That's very kind of you... now if you will just bear with me I will get my wrap and we shall be on our way."

"Yes Ma'am!"

Taking her hand tied black shawl from the foyer closet, she handed it to Martin and smiled when he placed it over her shoulders and then she retrieved her purse. Then with a smile, and reminding Martin that his ice cream is still in her freezer they secured the door and exited the building.

"Thank you Martin" Rebecca said as she slid into the back of the now dazzling Mercedes.

The impressive limo rolls over the Burrard Street Bridge back into the downtown core. Rebecca's eyes flashed while watching all the small boats dotting the shoreline and twinkled with the sight of the luxury condos creating False Creek. Whenever the vehicle was forced to stop at a traffic light, it immediately became the centre of attention of pedestrian and driver alike, all trying to catch a glimpse of somebody famous. Giggling at the knowledge Rebecca discovered it fun to play the little joke on Vancouver's citizenry.

Martin pressed a small button on his own cell-phone displayed on the dash and with a small beep the message has been dispatched. He allowed himself a smile knowing he would not be faced with the task of finding parking for the elongated auto when they pull up in front of Bob's hotel. "In fact if I timed this just right Mr. Arnold will be standing at the entrance as I arrive." The driver assured himself. The vehicle made the slow drive up to the entrance and the boss walked through the door.

"Yes!" the giant mouths jubilantly.

Because she is more interested in looking at Bob, than looking for Bob, Rebecca scarcely noticed their arrivals coincided so perfectly. He stood there holding a single blood red, long-stem American Beauty Rose. The well turned out man was decked out in a well tailored double-breasted, British suit in basic black, and with double pleats and cuffed pants. Becky smiled at the mouth-watering sight before her eyes and hummed ever so softly.

Apparently Martin heard her hum because his eyes flicked up, glanced in the rear view mirror to see if his passenger was all right. The man, smiling internally, knew instinctively what the impressive woman was thinking. When the vehicle had come to a halt the concierge opened the back door and allowed Bob to lithely slide in to rear seat of the special vehicle. With a solid thud the door was secured and the romantic carriage made its way back out into the busy Vancouver evening traffic.

Bob, staring as intently at Rebecca as she was at him, barely squeaked out, "Good evening," before clearing his throat and presenting his gift to her.

"Good evening Robert. You are looking very impressive tonight." The reclining woman responded while taking in the light floral scent of the proffered token.

"Nay milady, nothing is near so beautiful as the vision before my eyes right now. Isn't that right, Martin?" he said without taking his eyes off his date for a fraction of a second.

"Most assuredly... I agree wholeheartedly, sir."

"Oh go on you two." Rebecca joked.

"No I'm serious." Robert said.

"So am I." Rebecca continued. "Go on, and on, and on," as she made hand gestures to indicate that they should continue.

Both males cracked up at this and soon all thre of them were enjoying the light-hearted feeling.

"Did you manage to put away all the clothes that you purchased today or is there still another truckload to be emptied tomorrow."

Being quick on the comeback tonight, Becky joked back, "Well I did manage to find places for the first fifty, or so boxes, but I must admit...if you keep this up I shall be forced to find a larger apartment."

"Well, then that is something we will definitely look for in the near future." Robert flatly stated.

Unsure of whether he is serious or not the suddenly confused woman sat and stared out the window as the Black Cherry limo navigated the busy roads. Bob asked in a soft, modulated voiced, "Rebecca, would you like to hear some music?"

"Oh yes, please." The reply was enthusiastic.

"I have a thing for The Classics. Would you like to hear a little of that, or would you prefer something a little more contemporary?"

Rebecca's bear-trap mind 'clicked' on the word classics and she suddenly realized the dance at lunch had been pre-arranged. Going for broke, deciding to put all the eggs in one basket, she grinned, "Not contemporary... but some more Bach, like that piece you arranged for at lunch today... that would be perfect."

Bob looked a little uneasy for a moment until he looked into Becky's face and saw the sly smile pasted there. Returning his own, he replied, "Busted!"

Rebecca then gave Bob the most radiant smile and softest kiss on record. "Thank you," she whispered.

The precious moment was sharply broken by a loud click and the swift opening of the rear passenger door by the doorman at the fine Italian dining establishment. Bob was the first to exit and held his hand out for his date to take. Rebecca, after wrapping her shawl around here to ward off the cool autumn weather, graciously accepted and stepped out on to the sidewalk in front of Mama Rosa's.

The efficient doorman closed the car door which allowed Martin to find parking arrangements for the larger than standard vehicle. He was secretly hoping for two spots together so that he could just stay in sight of the restaurant. Martin's well-trained eye discovered just what he needed and he quickly headed off to the empty area just a few feet away.

Bob escorted Rebecca into the soft-lit entrance of what has to be the finest place in all Vancouver to get authentic Italian foods. It was as if you were personally visiting a homespun region in Italy. The door had no sooner closed than a slightly portly, totally bald man in a sharkskin black suit, with the biggest, furriest moustache that the overwhelmed nymph had ever seen, descended upon them. "Mr. Arnold! You finally made it."

Glancing at his Movado watch, Bob, winked and exclaims to the man. "Angelo, I am very sorry we are so late. I do hope we have not put you to too much trouble?"

"For you Bob, it's never any trouble. You are like family, no?" The restaurateur's eyes took in the sight of the woman Bob was escorting. Quickly, forgetting all about talking to Rebecca's escort, he turned his attention on to the slightly nervous blonde heroine he escorted. Turning on that "special" charm he and so many of his fellow countrymen are famous for, the rogue sidled up to her and announced in a clear baritone, "I am Angelo Salvatore Valenti, and YOU are the Goddess Venus. I would recognize you anywhere. I am honoured to have such a famous deity grace our humble establishment."

If Becky would have had a fan to wave at that time, it would have looked for all the world like a scene straight from "Gone with the Wind" when she blushed deep scarlet from the effects of the obviously successful flattery.

Bob quickly moved to Rebecca's side, firmly re-establishing his claim on his soon-to-be lover. Angelo, realizing that once again he had been shot down, shrugged sadly and smiled as Bob and Rebecca laughed at the end of his act. Finally, with a shrug of shoulders, and a. "Please follow me this way," he escorted them to an intimate table for two in a private alcove off to one side of the busy restaurant. As they reached the table Angelo suddenly yelled across the room, his baritone booming, "Mama. Look who is here?"

The couple turn around to see a four and half foot tall, heavy set woman quickly making her way across the room, all the while speaking a steady steam of Italian. The tirade was, obviously, aimed dead centre at Bob, because a few words Rebecca understood were Roberto, and then a few words later bambino. When she finally stood directly before him, it seemed she really set upon the man who was twice her size, or so it seemed.

The little grey haired folletto began with a traditional cheek pinching, then the belly patting, and finally numerous slaps about the head, while an arthritis-inflamed finger kept stabbing him in the chest. From the sounds of things, Rebecca had to assume Roberto was getting a dressing down for not stopping in to see her sooner.

Only after the verbal assault finally ended, was Bob permitted to speak. "Mama Valenti. This is Rebecca Stewart, my girlfriend."

Becky, stunned to the very core, wondered silently, "Did he just say girl friend? Bob actually called me his girlfriend." A smile bigger, and brighter, than any ever before measured in previous history, erupted from Becky's face. And as the words sank in, the fires of a lust, long though to be totally dormant, flared anew within her lower regions.

Though stunned by her beau's revelation, Rebecca managed to turn and face the approaching woman with her features all-aglow. Mama just stared intently into Rebecca's eyes and then raised one ancient eyebrow, as if she suddenly understood something no one else did. "Roberto. I like her she has a beautiful smile. It starts in her heart." The Italian pixie decreed as if she had ordained the union.

Now focusing her attention on Rebecca directly, she held both of the younger woman's hands. "You are a very mysterious woman... You have seen much hardship in your life, and have had to hide many secrets. But you have a big heart and a gentle soul. You are truly a kind person." The wise old oracle proclaimed.

The look on Rebecca's face was priceless, half way between fear and gratitude. "OH MY GOD! SHE KNOWS! ... How could she know? We just met." She fretted. "It can't be, no way I'm just being paranoid... There's no way she could know."

"I know a great many things my child. And, I too have had to keep many secrets in my life." Mama Valenti stated while still staring into Rebecca's eyes. If not for the support of the small woman, you could have bowled Becky over with a feather at that point in time. Breaking the concentration, the old woman told her, "Now sit my child. You are hungry, I can tell." Turning to her eldest son, she began rapidly giving orders to him in a steady stream of Italian.

"Yes mama," was all he said as he rushed away.

Turning her attention back to Bob she started in on him again. This time to Becky's delight in English. "Robert Bartholomew Arnold! You treat this woman with all the kindness and respect you can give her. She is a very precious gem. And it would not go well for you, if I were to find out that you, one of my adopted sons, took advantage of Rebecca's kind and gentle heart!"

The cowering man could only reply. "Yes Mama Valenti."

"Good. Now you will enjoy your dinner. I have made sure that Angelo tells the chef to prepare something very special for you and your lover." Turning to Rebecca she continued. "You and I will talk very soon and many secrets will be revealed at that time."

"Yes, Mama Valenti," she sheepishly replied.

"Enjoy!" was all she said after that and hurried off to resume her duties.

After a few seconds of absolute silence Becky uttered the word. "Wow!"

"Something else isn't she?" Bob responded.

"Is she always like that?" Becky asked.

With a slight smirk her date answered. "Only with people she likes."

"Why did she call me her child, and... and... God, I felt like a little girl again," she remarked unsure of the emotion rising to the surface.

With a hearty laugh Bob continued. "That's because you are now, her child. She read you heart. You are now her responsibility."

"But I don't understand?" the thoroughly confused woman stated.

With another smile Bob asked. "Why did you call her Mama?"

Thinking for a moment Rebecca really couldn't come up with a valid reason. "I don't know... It just felt right, like it was the proper thing to do."

"See." was all Bob said. As if that was to explain everything and this discussion was over.

Presently a mid-twenties young man approached the table with a dusty bottle of red wine. As the lad began the ritual cork removing ceremony, Bob looked up and said, "Anthony? Anthony is that you?"

"Yes uncle Bob it's me." The smiling man returns.

"Let me look at you... My God, how you have grown... You must be what, twenty-two, twenty-three now?"

"Twenty-three in August, Uncle Bob," the kid beamed back as began to appreciate the beauty of the older woman sitting across from his 'uncle'.

"How long have you been working for your Aunt Rosa?"

"Oh, I just work part time... to get some coin to blow on stuff... mostly inconsequential things like books and such for school... you know unimportant type things." The lad with the wandering eyes remarks as he poured out a glass in front of Rebecca.

"That's right." His uncle exclaimed, and then turning his focus back to Becky he continued, "Tony is taking his pre-med at U.B.C. Antonio Venchenza's little boy is going to be a doctor.'' His attention returned to the lad now pouring Robert's wine. "What's the matter the furniture moving business not good enough for you Tony?"

With a hearty, "Ha! You must be joking! I should end up like the old man, with a chronic back problem, when I'm 65... no thanks, Pizanno!"

Suddenly from across the room, "Anthony!" and then a very excited stream of Italian invectives streamed. Immediately, the lad gave the couple a little smile and said, "Gotta go now. My task master is calling."

Immediately, Tony was replaced by the man doing all the yelling.

"Hello Aldo. I thought I recognized that voice." Bob rose to greet his old friend.

The men hug, and Aldo sighed, "Ah, Roberto. It has been far too long. Does Mama know you are here?"

Bob replied rather simply, "Oh ya! My ears are still burning from the lashing I got." Both men enjoyed a huge chuckle over that understatement.

"I know what you mean brother. I am over 50 years old now and Mama still treats me like I am ten."

All three on them join in on that as Rebecca can appreciate how the old doll could make you feel like a juvenile delinquent who just got caught sneaking something.

"Excuse me." Becky's partner stated crisply. "Rebecca this is Aldo Valenti. Angelo's little brother... Aldo this is my best girl Rebecca Stewart."

Rebecca reached to shake Aldo's hand, but he had another idea, and slipping past her outstretched hand, moved straight in to steal a kiss. Rebecca, slightly surprised at the audacity of such a move, just sat there transfixed for a brief moment.

Quick off the mark, Bob replied, "Aldo! You sly old fox...you still do that old movie stuff so well! I thought you gave that up years ago?"

"Naw! If it works, why change it, and this, my dear brother, works every time... Especially on very pretty girls like your Rebecca."

Becky, having regained her composure and feeling a little spirited returned with her own form of wit, "Are all Italian men this flattering? Or am I just so fortunate enough tonight to meet the cream of the crop?"

The two macho males are dumbfounded as Rebecca drew Aldo back down and gave him back some of his own medicine. Aldo could only stare in disbelief at the forwardness of this woman with the strange accent, while Bob is having a hard time keeping himself upright from laughing so hard at the look on Aldo's face.

Seated at the table Rebecca directed Robert to retake his seat because he is causing a scene. This only makes the love struck male laugh even harder. "Me causing a scene...me? What about you? Honey, you're precious...you truly are. One second you are so prim and proper, the word demure would not even begin to describe it. The next, you are carrying on as if you are just as flirty as Aldo. I love you. Don't ever change! Not one iota!"

Of all the words he said, the only words registering in Rebecca's mind at the moment were those three little ones that every woman longs to hear. In fact, she is so lost in the ring of them in her ears that she does not even know that a plate of veal scaloppini has been placed before her, and a huge bowl of penne with garlic and mushrooms has been sat bedside that. All she can do is stare at Bob with this dopey grin on her face.

Robert, being the perceptive man that he is, figures out that another gate in their relationship has been opened. He quickly slides his chair and plate around to the side so that He is now sitting next to Rebecca, instead of a across from her. Looking at the girl's trance-like state he decided to break, or in Becky's eyes, seal the spell with a kiss.

Though finally returning to the same dimension occupied by the majority of those here on this planet, Becky still had the big, bright puppy dog eyes focused intently on Bob. "Becky, eat your dinner. Cause if you don't I will be forced to make you have dinner with me again until you do."

Rebecca muttered something half way between, "Whaaa?" and "Huh?" Bob had no idea what it was but found it quite cute. He sliced a piece of the very tender veal with his fork. "Open up," he said, then scooped it up and fed it to Rebecca as a parent would a little child.

Within a few microseconds of the incredible tasting meat hitting her palette the dazed damsel returned to a fully conscious state and began to enjoy the heavenly delight. "Um! This is delicious," she exclaimed as the savoury sensations hit home. "Do you think I could have some on my own?"

"Don't see any reason why not... and since you are responsible enough to feed your self now, and the fact that you do not need a knife to cut this because it is that tender. I think we can chance some in a small bowl for you. Now let me just find you a bib."

Rebecca just stuck her tongue out at Bob like the impetuous child he was treating her. Both enjoyed a good chuckle.

"Okay I'll quit... you just looked like you were lost in space there for a minute."

At that moment the returning Angelo joined them. "How is the veal tonight?"

"Angel this stuff is terrific." Bob praised. "It's so tender. How does he do that?"

"Bob I really have no idea. He won't tell me and anytime I go to watch him prep the meat, he somehow eludes me so I never get to see."

Rebecca is overcome with a brainstorm and rises to talk to Angelo. Placing her small hand on his shoulder she leans over and whispers something into the walrus moustached man's ear.

"Excellent! I shall see that it is done." and with a giggle from Rebecca the dark suited man is off bounding towards the kitchen.

"What was that all about?" Bob asked.

Becky being a little bit playful replied. "Nut'n honey. You'll see."

Shortly after resuming her meal Rebecca is glad she turned down the offer of 'la salada' and 'zoupa' earlier in the meal because she was positive that they alone would have filled her up. As it was she still had a small mountain of untouched veal and pasta in front of her that, there was no way on God's green earth she was going to be able to eat. Well, tonight anyway.

Tony returned to refill their wine glasses, but Rebecca waved him off hers. Bob still took his usual refill.

Bob noticed this and said to her. "I noticed you don't drink very much. Don't you like it?"

"Oh yes. Very much. I really do a lot, especially a glass of single malt scotch or a snifter of Glayva. But, I am not supposed to drink at all, but it's almost impossible to eat as we have been today and not succumb to the pleasures of the vine."

"Oh that's right! I forgot all about that. I'm sorry Becky. Here I am tempting you with all this booze and you aren't even allowed to partake. It must seem like torture."

"Not really Bob. It's no big deal. I don't miss it really. Matter of fact I don't drink a lot period. Just never found the need to. As I say I can enjoy a glass of wine or I can enjoy a glass of mineral water. It's not that much to me."

"Still I feel kinda bad about it," Bob pleaded, hoping for a little sympathy. Sheepishly Rebecca says." Well, if it makes you feel that bad there is one thing that I am addicted to, that I just can't seem to live with out."

"What is it?" her knight in shining armour asked. "What ever 'tis in my power to grant. You need but ask and I shall see that all four corners of the earth bow to fulfill even your smallest wish," dropping into the classic bended knee position to over dramatically emphasize the point.

"MAMA! Come quick! Roberto is proposing to Rebecca right here in our restaurant!" Vito, the youngest of the Valenti family yells across the room.

Originally posted to Classic Big Closet on Friday August 20, 2004

~HOT~
~CROSSINGS~

Part 8~A Night To Remember: Faux Pas~
~Simple Deductions~

By Becky Stewart & RickkiB.

Suddenly the room is alive with people scurrying to their location as once more Becky performed her brilliant shade crimson routine, and Bob began to roll on the carpet, howling with laughter. The family has all gathered around and all are looking dismayed at the sight before them. Here Becky is sitting there with her head in her hands muttering, "Oh, my God," and the intended husband is trying to breath between very loud bellows while tears flowed down his face.

In a long string of highly punctuated Italian, Mama put an end to the spectacle and bade the staff go back to work. Stepping over the prone male, who was still trying to regain his sanity the petite witch moved to comfort Becky. Giving the girl a small hug, the woman discovers that she is shaking with sobs as well. Unsure of why her "daughter" might be crying, the older woman rendered her gentle comfort regardless. Pulling up Rebecca's tear stained face, Rosa discovered that she is not crying, but is in fact silently giggling while trying to retain as much composure as possible.

Abandoning Rebecca to her hysterical giggles, the old woman walked over to Bob, and sharply grabbing one of his ears, pulled him upright into his seat at he table. Bob now fully sober is rubbing the abused appendage, quietly mouthing the word "Ow" over and over again.

After a few minutes of explanation to the august woman, Rosa herself seeing the humour of the situation became caught up in the mayhem. Finally Mama gave Rebecca a quick peck on the forehead and after a playful tousling of Bob's hair, made her way back to the kitchen and once again assume command of the nerve centre.

Shortly Aldo came by to collect the plates and Becky asked that hers be put into a 'doggie bag' for later. Before the middle Valenti brother returned to the kitchen he just couldn't resist one little " Congratulations you two.

Next it was Tony's turn. "So when's the happy day you two?" With a slight laugh and an order for two of Mama's special coffees he was off again.

Finally order restored and Robert and Rebecca sat peacefully enjoying each others company, sipping their coffee's when the beginning strains of an Italian love song coming from Aldo's violin could be heard moving toward them. The violin was soon joined by Vito's squeezebox and the Valenti brothers quietly serenaded the couple.

Angelo finishing up some business on the other side of the restaurant and began singing the slow and painful ballad as he approached the table. Harmony was then added by Vito's voice as well and the happy couple was indeed privileged by special gift from the Valenti Family. At the end of the mournful tune, with tears in her eyes Becky thanked them profusely.

"Oh don't do that." Bob said. "You'll only encourage them."

Unbeknownst to him, Mama Valenti had slipped in behind him to listen and was within striking distance when Bob uttered those fateful words. "OW!" Rosa then instructed the smarting Bob to pay attention he might learn something. Indeed The Brothers Valenti began another song. This one about a young shepherd who would rather be spending time with his new wife then spend it tending sheep.

At the end of the song the little party noticed that they were getting applause from the other patrons in the eatery as well. So they quickly decided to take the show on the road, Angelo quickly giving Becky a wink on the way by.

Tony stopped by, refilled the lover's coffees, and as he was leaving Mama Rosa placed two rather large pieces of tiramisu in front of them.

"Oh, my Lord!" Becky exclaimed. "Mama I'm never going to eat this. I couldn't even finish my dinner. This thing is HUGE!"

"Hush child...and eat. You need all the strength you can get for the long journey ahead of you," the clairvoyant stated.

Bob gave Becky a look that said, I don't know, it wasn't me.

After seeing that Bob and Becky were indeed eating the rich calorie laced dessert, the old woman returned to the kitchen to continue with her duties.

The pair of now extremely satisfied patrons sat back after consuming what was thought impossible. Actually, for Rebecca, it was, but Bob, after quickly disposing of his own, also polished off the remnants of her dessert. While sitting there, quietly allowing the sedimentary feeling of too much good food take hold of him, Bob saw Martin enter the restaurant with a silver serving tray containing empty serving containers of the exact same meal they had consumed.

Finally understanding what all the whispering was about earlier, he looked over at the sly little nymph to see her quietly giggling to her self. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, and then quickly added, lifting eyes skyward, "Sorry, Becky's momma," to avoid the disdainful look he knew would be coming his way. "I hope you didn't forget dessert." Bob asked her letting her know he had figured out the little game.

"No I didn't but he'll have to wait til we get home before he can get it." As Rebecca uttered the words a thought just struck her like a brick. "Did I just say when we get home, as in us our place, that we share? Was it a slip of the tongue or wishful thinking? I think I'm falling for this man. And I've known him for less than forty-eight hours. Get a grip girl... lets not lose sight of what is happening here... Remember your purp--"

"I said... a penny for you thoughts."

"Whaaa? Sorry? Pardon me...?" the startled woman asked.

"Rebecca, where were you? Girl, you were a thousand miles away there for a second. We were talking and then you got this far away look in your eyes, and for a second, I wasn't even sure if you were here or not." Bob explained.

Rebecca leaned over and gave her understanding date a kiss as she slipped both of her arms around his single one in a genuinely possessive gesture. "Just thinking of the future sweetie."

"Oh. And what would that be?" the man asked inquisitively.

Deciding to use Bob's own trick against him Rebecca simply replied, "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it."

"Hey no fair! That lines already been used. According to the rules a quick repartee comeback line can only be used once within the same twenty-four hour period. It's in the rulebook...honest. I got it right here," he complained, and started patting himself down checking for the imaginary book. 'Now where did I put that thing? Maybe it's over here," he continued as he reached across Rebecca and stole a kiss on the way by. "Nope. Not there. You haven't got it have you?" He began patting Becky about on the thighs, calves, and upper arms. She did her best to defend her self and her honour while squealing and giggling all at the same time.

Suddenly, as quickly as the tussle began it stopped!

The pair stared intently, deeply into one another's eyes and then each attack the other's lips with their own. The passion rose within them and Becky felt she must stop this insanity instantly, or she would never turn back, "But, why don't I...I can't stop him... god this feels so good. Oh, God, I wish we were home right now."

Feeling the same as Rebecca at that instant, Bob quietly called a time out in their game-like advancements down the gridiron of love.

Quietly, he announced, "I think we should get out of here."

Rebecca only nodded her head in agreement, "But, Bob, I do need to freshen up a bit before we--"

"Sure Luv. You go ahead. I'll be right here." Bob grinned at his shell-shocked date and began to ensure they had not forgotten anything. He wanted a second or two alone to pay for the meal. Knowing the Valenti's would never allow it, he peeled off a few large bills and slid them under Rebecca's coffee cup, praying that no one would notice. Smiling at his own ingenuity, he stood quietly, waiting until Rebecca floated back into the room. Holding her shawl wide, he gently draped it over her shoulders, then offered his elbow and escorted her out. She wrapped both her much smaller arms around his arm and they strolled towards the door.

Before they got there, Vito, the rat, spotted them. "MAMA! Roberto and Rebecca are leaving." Family instantly surrounded the hapless couple. Angelo finally got his kiss, but Aldo did not get another. Becky also kissed and thanked Tony, and even gave Vito a small peck on the cheek.

All thought of comport and poise crumbled when Mama strode out of the kitchen. She immediately began a long line of excited Italian and every one started scurrying with a, "Yes, Mama," or quickly were exposed to the strong willed woman's spatula-in-hand.

Angelo was the only one who stood his ground. Still, Rebecca was impressed that this pint-sized "generalette" could instil such respect and devotion in these large men. Hugging Bob first she started in on him again. "Now Roberto, you remember what I've told you. You look after this woman, and you treat her right...and do call your Momma...she tells me you never call her...and I know you know how she worries about you."

"I do Mama Valenti. All the time."

The short-stature woman began physically abusing the giant male again. "You don't interrupt your elder. If I tell you to call your Momma because she worries about you, you call your momma...you hear me young Mister Arnold?"

"Yes Mama Valenti. Oow! Oow."

While this "dressing down" was happening to Roberto, Angelo was busy talking to Rebecca. "You know, for such a big successful business man, your Bob is not very smart. You would think he would know better by now not to argue with Mama. It's just not advantageous to do that." Both shared a little laugh at Bob's expense while he continued to be pummelled by the Valenti Matriarch.

"Now give me a kiss, and tell me you love me." She said to Bob after she has released all her pent up aggressions on him.

The senior Valenti now turned her attention towards Rebecca. With a "Uh-oh. Your turn." Angelo backed into the scenery as if he suddenly had something far more important to do.

"Relax, my child," the stregona said to the now quite frightened Rebecca, as she advanced towards her. "I only hit men who misbehave. And then only when they deserve it." Mama Rosa snapped a quick glare at the two standing near her, then wrapped her short chubby arms around the much taller woman's body and gave her a warm comforting hug. Instantly Becky melted back into that little child again and found her entire being to be consumed by the older woman's affection. "You are a very special woman. You are on this earth to do great and wondrous things. You have many gifts, some you are not even aware of, yet. Your problems as you know them will be all over soon, if only you trust your heart. Remember my words well in the dark days to come."

A mumbled, "Yes, Mama," was all Becky was able to muster.

"Don't interrupt. You are to return here for lunch with me on Saturday. We need to have that talk, you and I... You need a good soul to open up to. It has been a very long time since you have talked to your own momma, now hasn't it?" Mrs. Valenti revealed.

Rebecca just shook her head afraid that tears would be falling from her eyes any moment at the thought of being this close to Mommy.

"Now hush that crying, my daughter, this is a happy night. You have met our Roberto, and you have the fire. That is a good sign. In my Roberto it is but a flickering flame. With you it will become a roaring inferno. Follow your heart Rebecca. It will not fail you."

At first these words astounded, but soon reassured that Mama Rosa knew what she was talking about, Becky dared to begin to believe. "Thank you." While thanking the old strega, for far too many things that she thought the two words could convey, Rebecca meekly kissed her on the cheek, then repeated, "Thank you, Momma Rosa."

"That's a good girl," the old bird told her. "Now you dry those pretty eyes of yours, make yourself beautiful for your man."

Rebecca's head shot up and stared at the woman, in disbelieve of what she just said.

"Yes, child. He is your man. Yours if you want him. All you need to do is be the woman you are and let him know you are and he will be yours for all eternity. I see these things," she said with a sly knowing smile on her face. 'Now go!" she stated and then broke her promise and gave Rebecca a quick slap on the bum.

The love struck woman jumped slightly at the loving invasion, and rushed into Bob's arms and gave him a rather large kiss for such a public place.

It is Angelo's turn to laugh at the sight before him. "Go get a room will ya." he playfully joked with the middle-aged couple. As the pair reluctantly broke their embrace, Angelo chuckled, "What, no protest about not having to pay this time, like you usually do when you come here for dinner?"

"I just figured there's no sense arguing, you are never going to let me anyway. So why bother.'

"You are right my brother. I believe you are finally catching on. Maybe you are not a s dumb as I thought you were." The Owner chucked back, giving Rebecca a sly wink at the last few words. "Now go. This is not the place for lovers to spend the last of their evening. Standing here talking to two old and tired pasta makers."

With a final round of "Thank you," Bob And Rebecca, were quite unceremoniously shooed away from the front of the fancy eatery. This time Angelo performed honours and playing doorman, ushered the couple into their limousine, opening the door that first allowed Rebecca to enter, and holding and closing the door while Bob got in. Once the couple was secure inside the sturdy automobile, it pulled away from the curb with a very quiet peep.

Very nearly the entire family watched as the powerful luxury car turned the corner and was gone. Mama Rosa was the first to break the silence as she proceeds back inside. "Vito, you little scamp, you will be able to make your announcement again soon enough, only this time in earnest."

"Yes Mama," he replied, grinning broadly as the rest of her brood followed her back inside the door.

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The luxury limo came to a silent stop in front of the Kerrisdale apartment. "Come on up and see me, Big Boy!" Rebecca invited in a syrupy voice, plying her date with her best imitation of the unflappable Mae West.

"With an invitation like that how can I possibly refuse?" the very eager audience replied. "Martin, my lad! If I'm not out in twenty-four hours, send in the cavalry, but until that time hold all my calls," he joked, and the eagerly followed his mate through the door and up the stone walk.

After the multiple security posts had been successfully navigated, the giggling couple finally sat on the sofa, staring quietly at each other. Suddenly, remembering her manners as hostess, Rebecca rose to her feet. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No thanks, my pet. I've enough tonight already, and besides I'm driving," he joked, trying his best to round up his girl and return her to the position next to him on the sofa.

The small blonde squealed as great arms surrounded her and quickly lift her back onto the very spot she had left no more than five seconds past. Immediately she was warmed, the huge hands caressing her in places she was most willing to allow Bob to explore further. A soft moan of surrender escaped her as his mouth descended, demanded, and devoured her own. Instantly melting into the man's form feeling warmth and burning desire deep within her, she no longer cared how or why, all she knew was that she wanted, needed, to be fully possessed by this man.

Many minutes later Bob came up for air, with a very childish look on his face, smiled, and asked her what happened to the refreshments? This earned him another playful tap on the shoulder before Rebecca struggled free from his octopus-like hold on her. Finally free of the man's tentacles, she stood and announced that. " You're already fresh enough, you don't need any enhancement."

The physically superior male lunged for her, but Becky was quicker this time. And with a squeal she was out of arms reach heading towards the kitchen. "Would you like a cup of tea, or would you prefer something cool?"

Not hearing a response to her question she poked her head around the corner, and screamed, as Bob was there to grab her. He quickly picked her up in his arms and carried her like a small child over to the fridge checking what there was inside as a selection of cool.

"I've already got the hot. Now, m'lady, I need something for the cold,'' he stated rather matter-of-factly.

"Well put me down, you big brute, and I will fix you something cold to drink."

"Quiet Wench! I require no input from you at this time."

Rebecca might have happily complied with any demand right then and there, for eternity, if she had not looked up and saw a stupid looking grin plastered on Bob's face. Suddenly realizing he was about as serious as a Laurel and Hardy movie, she began to laugh and then so did he. Both of them quickly slid to the floor and sat there on the cool tiles joking and laughing with each other until tears were running down both their faces.

"Come here." With a low growl, Bob grabbed Rebecca and pulled her under him. "This floor is cold, and I'm gonna need something under me if I'm gonna lie on it,"

The determined woman decided quickly was no way her bared butt was going to be the one laying flat on that stone-tiled floor, joking or not, she fought and struggled till she was free of the incredible strength of Bobs impossibly long arms.

Staring him down, she stood on the other side of the counter and debated whether or not it was safe to go back over there to put the kettle on for a cuppa'.

Bob took the trying decision away from her with his next announcement. Looking down at his now rumpled suit, he glanced at the gold coloured face of his elegant dress watch. "My lord woman! Do you have any idea what time it is? It's well past 1 a.m. It's time both of us were safely in bed."

Terror as she had never remembered it suddenly struck Rebecca. She was faced with the moment she had dreaded continually since their meeting just over 40 hrs ago. "How do I tell this man my most private secret, and will our relationship survive? Oh, God I wish this never would have happened. Bob I hav--"

The ever-observant Bob, noticing the look of panic on Rebecca's face, put the poor woman to ease. "Relax love. I'm not that Barbaric. When the moment comes, and I hope it does, I want it to be very special for both of us... Okay? So don't be worried, when it happens you will not feel pressured."

"But Bob ther--"

"Sssshhh... Be quiet now." He soothed, concerned as he took the frightened waif in front of him into his arms to comfort her tender soul. "But I do need to get to bed. So I better get going."

Melting again in the man's powerful arms the girl could only 'mew' her response.

"Rebecca... I have to go to the States in the morning. I have a noon meeting in Renton with the development guys in the lab there. But, I'll be back on Friday and we can do something special for the weekend, would you like that?"

Finding her voice with great difficulty, and being all but smothered against the huge body, she squeaks in a soft tiny voice, "We don't have to do anything special. Just having you here is all the special I need... can't we just stay here and be with each other and talk?"

"Sure Becky. That would be wonderful." The soothing voice assured her.

"I can prepare a nice meal on Friday, when you get back. I can boil water you know..." she admitted, proudly, almost defiantly lifting her chin.

"You can!" he said as if complimenting a small child for a job well done. "Very good. I'm very impressed."

This earned the hulk a sharp inside punch to the solar plexus from the pretentiously angered female. With a small 'OUMPF! Bob took his punishment well, which caused both of them to begin the laughter fit all over again.

"Okay now, I should get going." Bob returned to the efficient businessman. Rebecca sudden terrified by his last statement desperately soaks up all the energy she can from the closeness of their bodies knowing it will be a long time before it happens again.

Suddenly, even though her feet are not even contacting the carpet she is moving towards the entrance. "Wait!" she urges, "Hold on," as she wriggled her way out of Bob's clasping embrace and lowered her feet onto the floor. "You're going to be needing this." Quickly taking her new phone number from her purse, deftly lifts Bob's Mont Blanc pen from his inside jacket pocket, and carefully scribbled her new phone number, complete with the new three digit area code, on the back of his hand. Pleased with her handiwork, she giggled and handed the very complacent man back his expensive writing instrument. "OH, one more thing!" Becky shouted suddenly remembering something else. She ran for the bedroom to first retrieve the items left on her night table, and then to the kitchen freezer to fetch Martin's vanilla ice cream.

"Ah! The two mysterious surprises." Bob deduced. "Elementary, my dear Watson. The lady left our company twice today. Of course it stands to reason that while on that quest, the purpose was to obtain items for someone else who was unable to retrieve them. You see it is quite simple when you put all the facts together." Sherlock theorized.

"Okay... First off, this is for Martin," She stated, handing Bob the ice cream and a little flat blue box with a silver ribbon and bow on it. "And this is for you. I think. Well, It's supposed to be... but it says Jen-Jen on the gift tag." She handed Bob another box, the same except this one was done up in a very pale pink and soft white.

There was a little look of uncertainty on Bob's face, something most people were not used to seeing in the great man. Taking the other gifts from him, she watched the myriad emotions parade across the man's face. Very carefully, Bob slid off the ribbon and bow. "Almost like a girl would." Becky observed." Trying very hard not to wreck the wrapping paper."

Finally, the delicate little box was divested of its finery, and was opened. Inside was a pair of very nice looking black silk tap pants, obviously not for a male, but neither were they overtly feminine.

"OH! My goodness!" Rebecca exclaimed. "I thought those were for someone else. Now, it makes sense, it's obvious. Give them back to me. I will have to take them back and have them exchanged. It is obviously a mistake!"

"No, Becky, it's not a mistake. It's Mona's idea of a joke. I'll tell you about it some time... Maybe" He explained.

Struck by a sudden fear, Becky remarked, "Oh my, I do hope Martin didn't get panties as well. I would simply die of the shame if that happen. They were both supposed to be white satin boxer shorts. Not women's intimate apparel, Bob."

"No. I'm sure the other's are just perfect, Becky. Martin will appreciate them, these, lover, I'll hold on to... let Mona have her little laugh, before I talk to her about them."

"Are you sure Bob? Please let me fix it?" Becky pleaded.

"No it's fine, honest. I really don't mind. They're quite cute actually." He held them up in front of him and pretended to model them for his partner.

"Actually they do look quite nice, and they do seem to be in your size, she teased.

Bob very carefully folded the slippery little creation back into the cute box, tucking the soft tissue paper carefully back in place as well before replacing the lid. Becky watched his hands, amazed how feminine it seemed as they made the movements.

"Thank you," he said and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"You are welcome." Becky looked up into his face.

"Okay," he snapped softly closing off further protests. "So, love, I will give you a call tomorrow afternoon... What time do you get back from the clinic tomorrow?"

"I have no idea what so ever. I do not even know what they are doing. All I do know is, that I have to be there at seven so they can do a biopsy. After that I don't know what they have in mind, some blood tests, and another physical... but they do that every visit from now on.... so, your guess is as good as mine."

"Why don't you get a cell phone?" the businessman asked, as if it was unheard of to be without. "How do you... I wouldn't be able to survive without one."

"Why? What would I need a cell phone for? I'm not a businesswoman, and it's not like a lot of people are just dying to contact me," she defended.

"I know of one person that is just dying to talk to you?" Bob says laying it on thickly.

"Oh, that is sweet," she cooed. "But besides that, they are expensive. I know that means very little to you, Robert... but, not everyone can go around buying small countries at the drop of a hat."

"That was not the entire country!" he exclaimed, suddenly. "Just a few small, teeny-weeny islands... and besides, they are a good investment."

She just looked at him while shaking her head. "I give up."

"Come 'ere," he groaned while pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm gonna miss you tomorrow. These last two days have been like an inspiration to me. It's like you have given me a power boost. And now, precious, all because of you, I feel all recharged and ready to take on the world."

"Oh Bob! Since I met you yesterday, it's been like a never-ending fairy tale, and I don't want it to end."

"Well end it must, for tonight anyway my dear. It's now after two and YOU need to get up in a few hours and I need to get rolling, so Martin can get some sleep... I'll call you late afternoon, when my meeting is over for dinner. Okay?"

Rebecca, once again caught up in the man, feeling total surrender as the giant held her body on the brink of extreme pleasure, could only moan softly. Being released from the super kiss Bob was quickly becoming infamous for, she barely managed to squeak out a meek, "'Kay.''

Bob gave her another hug and a peck, and then with, "See ya later, alligator," escaped her grasp and vanished into the darkness beyond the door.

Standing at the entrance, admiring the view, Becky blew him a kiss just before he turned to go down the stairs. He looked back and gave the love struck lass a wink and a very cheesy grin.

Ensuring the door was secure, Rebecca, realizing she was alone, curled up on the sofa. Helplessly, like some love struck teen, she was sure she could still smell his scent on the pillow that she hugged to her cheek.