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c'mon, J's ok...


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From Nurse Jones:
    Most of the responses to my diary,  The List, have been really touching,
but some of you (us,  I should say, delurked that I be) thought that Jay was
being a real bastard.  First of all, you ain't seen nothin' yet.  I'm afraid
I/we  got  much deeper into bondage than I probably should have.  It's  just
that  the deeper I went,  the deeper I wanted to go,  and once you've dug  a
deep  hole  for yourself,  another shovelfull doesn't seem like such  a  big
deal.   I'm  trying to say it's not all Jay's fault,  so don't blame him too
much for being a bastard, or weird.
     Remember,  you're only getting MY point of view,  and I like  bastards.
Not  really.  He  is actually a terrible softy and has to pretend  to  be  a
bastard. And that helps me to pretend I'm getting what I pretend I want. Not
that I want a REAL bastard, just someone strong. Or something.
     I  know.  This  doesn't make sense.   Just remember my  point  of  view
presents  him as _really_ being the kind of person he is pretending  to  be.
I'm  just  as  weird as he is,  actually.  Trouble is,  after 6  months  (we
finished  that month in mid-April),  I'm only now beginning to feel  like  I
can pass for normal again.  He really shook me loose from my moorings, but I
like where I settled back to earth.
    I was able to get a job at the local hospital, BTW (I LOVE it when I get
to use official authorized ASB abbreviations,  BTW).  And having a "handle,"
too.  IloveitIloveit.   Anyway,  at  the  hospital  they  think  I'm  ultra-
conservative  and wunnerful,  just what we were lookin' for,  hon.  A  white
uniform  does  a  lot for my image.  My new (short) hair  and  steel  rimmed
glasses make me look very severe.   And I toned down the makeup, too. I kept
the nipple rings,  though. My nostril piercing (did I tell you about that? I
got  it in SF last June) closed on me,  though.  I had to leave the stud out
during work,  and it closed up.  I guess maybe it wasn't completely  healed.
Oooh,  if  they only knew.
    What's  that  saying about the truth shall set you free? Free  of  your
job.
    Jay  wants me to wear suspender garters  and  white stockings under  my
uni, but I won't; I'm all business at work. None a that. I don't even  HAVE
any anyway, but I'm going to get some.

    So  anyway,  all  you folks that think Jay is a terrible  person,  Nurse
Jones says be nice. Remember, I married him _after_ he did all that stuff to
me.  So be nice about him.  You'll see.  Sometime when we've been married  a
looooong time,  say,  when we're on our third bottle of tobasco sauce,  I'll
remind  you  that you said it would never work.   I figure I've turned  over
every rock in his psyche,  and that's a sound basis for a relationship.  And
we're  doing just fine,  thankyou.  Not that we didn't have a few things  to
iron  out.   Besides, for those of you that say you  hunger  for  vicarious
revenge  on my behalf, I had my revenge.  Remember, I'm an RN.  Trained  in
the  use  of medical appliances. Appearing Soon in Column Two. And  if  you
think  he .... Well, midwesterners don't flame people they just  met,  even
wizflame.   Jay's  OK. "Jay" is a debreviation of "J"  BTW,  which  _still_
isn't his real initial. "M" is mine, though.
                              -*-
    RE phone sex:  I'm really very disappointed about the phone  lines.  Are
you  experts sure it's dangerous?  How 'bout if we leave the phone  off  the
hook?  Jay  is going to do some experimenting with his  multi-whatzit.  Some
little box that measures electricity.   And we were having such fun with the
ol' electrodes.   And yes,  yes, we stayed below the waist.  In fact we were
so preoccupied below the waist, you could say we never got above it. Heh.
   Jay  likes  to DO things to me,  and I like him to do them.  Give  him  a
thunderstorm, an atom smasher and a beautiful girl waiting to be turned into
a chimpanzee,  (me,  I hope) and he'll be happy.  We need a castle, I guess.
He  says  he's  going  to  get a Van  de  Something  generator  from  Edmund
Scientific.  Hmmm.   I'd like some feedback from one of you experts. What is
this thing going to do to me?  I wish I knew more about this stuff.  I think
I have physics envy.
    Think  I'd  get an honorable mention as a science fair  project?   There
would be a few adolescent mouths hanging open at that school,  I bet.

    "Hey Scooter, cool project. I wish MY mom would help ME..."
    "Thanks.  Uh, that's not my mom."
    "Cool. What does this red button do?"
    "NO! DON'T!"
    "Wow, look at that.  What was that, like, a little rocket or something?"
    "Uh, sort of."
    "Where did it come from?"
    "Um, in there. It kind of squirts out, sort of, when you do that."
    "Cool."
    "I think I see the principal coming."
    "Cool."
    "Over in the corner."
    "Cool."

Dirty little buggers....  That's probably how Jay got started.    Well, more
of The List comin' your way.

Nurse (It's ALIVE!) Jones

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