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"You look exactly as I remember you on that first day," Mac said softly, in awe. "This time no whip lash?" Nora laughed, "Doctors are not supposed to do double- takes," waving her finger with a smile. "What do you think?" turning left and right, "The photographer was your idea. It would never have occurred to me. My nipples turned brown, but I had them lightened. They still point. Don't you think?" Shannon and Marcus both gave a hearty, "Sure do. That they do," in unison, followed by another synchronized, "I think we've been around each other too long," now with every body laughing and Nora totally nude and totally comfortable in that state. Nora was offering coffee and cake which she rushed to get ready. She got back into her clothing once the important details of her guests were taken care of. When SHE did these things, it seemed to be the correct sequence. She projected her comfort. "Nora," Marcus asked, "who IS his father?" as her face suddenly flattened and her eyes welled. Nora plopped next to him on the sofa and quickly inserted "Are you two married?" Getting a no and a work together muttering, she embraced Marcus with her breasts to his shoulder and her eyes to his. "I have no idea who his father is. I promised him that someday I'd tell him, but I just don't know. I'm looking for him. Would you be him, for me? I would make you happy beyond anything you can imagine." "Oh my God," Shannon moaned. "Oh, this is priceless. I'm glad I was here for this," Shannon went on as Nora's offer was extended. "He's a good boy. He can't know how he was conceived. It was different then. Nobody knew what they were doing. A whole room full of sex, with nobody knowing

anybody else, men slipping in and out all night long..." "Oh shit," Shannon dangling her head in disbelief.