Well, we are back with the next action packed installment of the wonderful
Miss Marilyn. Here, we start learning about her background, and how in the
world does a mega- endowed (on both counts) shemale (or gender-enhanced
male, to be politically correct) comes to be in the first place. Don’t
worry about getting everything in one bite. There’s going to be four
parts. Like the others, each part will be able to stand on its own, but if
you can, try to read the whole series. Not only is it hot, it’s fun.
Right now, all of my are archived by the good people at
www.fictionmania.com under the author name “Brett Lynn.” Also, I’m thinking
about doing a site for the series, but I want some illustrations, or at
least well-doctored pictures, to go along with the stories. If you’re an
artist, graphic designer or just someone with Photoshop skills, get at me
ASAP. Lastly, for those of you keeping track of everything, this is
actually part *4*, not part one. This is actually a prequel. So without
further ado, let’s deal with the disclaimers and then the story.
Now it's time for the part that just for the lawyers...the disclaimers!
This work of fiction is for the non-commercial use of its readers.
Permission to copy and distribute through electronic media for
non-commercial purposes is granted. All commercial and non- electronic
rights are reserved by me, the author. Please do not read this if
you are offended by adult material, reading this material is illegal in
your legal jurisdiction or, if in the United States, under the age of 18.
It ain't like this disclaimer is going to stop the determined, but I gotta
try.
MARILYN’S BEGINNINGS 1: DONNIE’S DYING TO BE HIS By Brett Lynn
“You know, Marilyn, we need to get ourselves together. You know how doesn’t like us laying around for her to see everything.”
Sharilynn’s comment brought Marilyn out of the space she was staring
into. “True dat, Sharilynn. Even though she accepts us fooling around,
she doesn’t like to see it, you know?,” Marilyn replied. On that, she
lifted her hips off the bed and pulled her jeans up her thighs and around
her hips. She then swung her legs off the bed, then walked over to her
T-shirt and pulled it on over her boobs. “I’ll be in the bathroom cleaning
up, OK Sharilynn?”
“Alright.”
Marilyn left the room, closing the door behind her, and walked the two
steps to the bathroom next door. On entering, she closed the door, pulled
off her and turned on the hot water on the faucet on the sink. She
pulled her green washcloth off the towel rack, wet it under the faucet,
then took it to her breasts, gently rubbing the dried off of her
breasts and nipples. “Ooh, that feels nice,” Marilyn said to herself,
feeling her washcloth wipe around her nipple. When she shifted her
washcloth to wipe on the other nipple, she pulled at the now-uncovered
nipple with her hand, enjoying the sensation. Not particularly ready for
more sex, or even more masturbation, she put the washcloth back on the rack
to dry. Then, she decided to stand in front of the mirror and jump up and
down for fun, enjoying watching her bounce and throwing in a
high-pitched, vacuous giggle. Then, she dried her off, pulled on
her baby tee again and walked down the hall back to her room.
Once back in the room, she pulled off the and tossed it on the
dirty clothes pile. Then, she dug through a pile of clean clothes and
pulled out a light blue T-shirt with the words “KING OF KINGS HIGH PHYS ED”
written in dark blue letters. She then went over to her computer and
started up WinAmp so she could play the latest addition to her MP3
collection. “Bunny DeBarge is OK,” she thought to herself, “but Mary J.
did a much better job singing ‘A Dream’ if you ask me.”
She was brought out of her thought by the sound of a car pulling into
the driveway. “There goes Mom,” she thought to herself. “I hope she
brought some food in…I’m starving after today!”
She peeked her head out the door and screamed to her sister, “hey sis!
Here comes Mom! I bet she has some food.”
“OK! Be right down!”
Marilyn then ran on down the stairs, then went to the front door to open
it. Coming up the walkway was her mom, Linda. Her seemed like a dwarf
next to her at 5’4”. However, looking at her, it was plenty clear where
she got all her curves from, even despite the late start in her
chemically-induced puberty. She seemed to be all and butt,
definitely what would be described as thick. However, the most important
thickness with her was her mental exhaustion. “Looks like another
rough week at the labs for Mom. Look how messed up her hair is,” Marilyn
thought to herself. Her mother’s clothes looked somewhat rumpled too,
lending a defeated look to her.
“Hey Donnie. How was you day?,” Linda asked her former son.
“Uh, it was OK,” Marilyn responded back, trying to be as non-descript as
possible.
Marilyn let her past her and allowed her to go on into the
kitchen. In one hand, she saw what appeared to be a KFC bag. “Yes!,” she
exclaimed. “Food’s here!”
Seemingly on cue, her bounded down the stairs, dressed in a white
baby T-shirt and her school uniform skirt. As far as she could see, her
sister decided to put on some more substantial bikini cut for
dinner.
“So Marilyn? Did Ma come through with the food?”
“Ya damn right!”
“Come on, sis. Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”
From there, the two of them quickly walked into the kitchen, where they
met their pulling out paper plates for the bucket of chicken sitting
on the table.
“Donnie! Shari! Come, sit down and get a bite to eat! I know you kids
probably haven’t been eating good,” Linda said to her kids.
“Ma! The name’s Marilyn now, not Donnie,” Marilyn said bashfully as she
sat down at the kitchen table.
“Come on now Donnie,” her responded, messing up the hair on her
head. “You’ll always be my little Donnie, now matter how big your are or how long your hair is.”
“Anyway, I’m sure glad you brought food. Me and Sharilynn are so hungry
after playing today.”
“Don’t tell me you kids were up to that again?” Linda said, rolling her
eyes. “Well, as long as you’re discreet about it and don’t plan on getting
married or going on Springer, I guess it’ll all work out.”
“Remember Ma, we do this for fun. We still have healthy, normal
romantic relationships like everyone else. It’s just that unlike most
people, we can help each other out in what are unusual ways, you know,”
Sharilynn chimed in as she pulled a leg and thigh out of the bucket.
“Sometimes I wonder whether I should have helped you kids out…”
“Ma, relax! Everything worked out OK in the end,” Marilyn answered.
Saying that got Marilyn thinking back to that fateful day when fate started
turning the gears to get her where she is…a voluptuous with a large
dick.
************
Donald Lynn Walker was born on a steamy July night out in Queens 17
years ago, the son of James Josephus (or as he was better known as JJ) and
Linda Walker, 14 minutes after his Sharilynn. Don was named after
his father’s favorite baseball player, a Yankee first baseman named
Don Mattingly. His was supposed to be named Sharon, after her
mother’s mother. The agreed on the middle name Lynn, thinking that
the twins should have something common with their names. However, thanks
to her mother’s fast speech, the name ‘Sharon Lynn’ ran together
phonetically, and the nurse wrote down ‘Sharilynn’ on the birth
certificate.
Not too long after the fraternal twins were born, a couple of things
were apparent. One was that Donnie was a really bright kid. Even at 2
months of age, he managed to get his building blocks into shapes no one
thought a baby would be able to grasp. At 4 months, he said his first
words and by 2 ½ he was able to read. According to some testing his
parents had done, his IQ was over 133, making him smarter than all but 2%
of the population. Meanwhile, his Shari, while not exactly a slouch
in the brains department, wasn’t known as much for her intelligence but her
charming personality. It seemed that no matter what else was going on in a
room, she naturally demanded attention. Even the way she cried seemed to
be with a practice of a soap opera star. Naturally, she used her inborn
charm to her benefit, especially out of the jams that she and her seemed to get into on an hourly basis when they were young.
As the two got older, the traits exhibited while they were babies seemed
to be magnified. While Donnie grew up to be brilliant and bright in
school, Shari became the class beauty queen, with her sparking personality
lighting up any room and attention to her. As kind of a counter
balance to his sister, Donnie became more and more withdrawn, preferring to
stick to the books he starred so brilliantly in. When you combine that
with the fact that he was so dark and a bit chubby, it isn’t surprising
that he was teased mercilessly throughout his elementary school and junior
high years. Even his ability to be a decent basketball player saved him
from the wrath of his fellow classmates. Meanwhile, Shari was getting
deeper and deeper into the ‘in’ crowd at school. While she still defended
her ‘little’ brother, she had a tendency to fall into that group mentality
in school that values appearances over all else. While her book knowledge
seemed to slip, she channeled the difference into becoming a charming lady. When she became interested in boys, as most little do, she
used her charm to her advantage, becoming a world class flirt, teasing the
little mercilessly but in good spirits. The fact that she developed
so fast helped; by the time she reached the age of fourteen, she had
seemingly inherited her mother’s huge in needing a 38DD bra. On top
of that, it appeared that she might require another larger size by the time
she would be finished.
Donnie on the other hand had no such luck with his female
classmates. He had three strikes against him in that he was extremely
bright, almost dark enough to look like he had stepped out of an National Geographic pictorial on some African tribe and, at 6’1” and 220
pounds, a bit on the overweight side. The only time a member of the female
sex seemed to give him love was when they needed to copy his homework.
Despite managing to carve out some friendships with some fellow misfits, he
seemed to have no clue how to deal with the opposite sex. In fact, the
most he seemed to know about came from his travails on the Internet,
downloading newsgroup porn and trading porno passwords on obscure IRC
channels.
This leads to the summer of ’97, back in Donnie’s password trading
heyday. It was after a particularly nice take of passwords the previous
night that he awoke in his Queens home, wearing the T-shirt and shorts he
had on yesterday. “Not only did I score 48 passwords,” Donnie thought to
himself, “I managed to rope in a couple of Playboys, a Danni’s Hard Drive
plus a whole slew of age validation services. Sweet!”
He hops out of the bed, then goes over to his CD player and pops in Disc
2 from the Notorious BIG’s “Life After Death.” After pondering the irony of
the title in his sleep- fogged mind, he started hunting his bedroom for
some clean clothes and underwear. “I wonder if I can get a good game down
at the park today,” he thought to himself. “If not, at least I can shoot
around.”
Finding some underwear, a t-shirt from a summer tournament he once
played in and some comfy shorts, he grabbed them, nonchalantly walked
to the bathroom and opened the door, ready to take a shower. What he saw
was a shock to his eyes.
He knew that his had been developing, after all, only a blind
man, or at least a one, would not notice what was happening to his
sister. However, when he saw his naked for the first time in 9
years, he began to realize that if most developed, his Shari was
building a small city on her body. Fresh out the shower, Shari’s wet body
glistened with the natural sunshine from the window and the ceiling light
fixture, preparing a feat for the eyes few people could handle. While
still sporting a fine layer of body fat, Shari’s body definitely seemed on
the way to being a wet dream. Heck, with her shape, it already was one,
both in the aesthetic sense and the literal sense. The water only seemed
to show off her huge unencumbered breasts, the soft skin and belly, the
wide womanly round hips and the long legs. After time unfroze for Donnie,
he was finally able to softly say, “My God, my is my wet dream.”
“Well, I just did get out of the shower, and with that kind of look in
your eyes, you are definitely dreaming!,” Sharilynn wittingly shot back.
“Well damn, it isn’t exactly every day that someone walks into their
bathroom, looks at their sister, and realizes how sexy she is.”
“Duh! What do you think has all these circling me nowadays. It
ain’t just my charming personality.”
“Then again, outside of Appalachia, not too many people look at their
sisters like that.”
Sharilynn walked cover to the towel rack by the door, pulled off her
towel, and handed it to her brother. “Look, Donnie. I’ll tell you what
I’m gonna do. You can dry me off right now. If you want, afterwards, I’ll
give you the guided tour of my body, and I’ll, um, help you out with the
problem I’ll know you’ll develop,” Sharilynn replied.
Still a bit shocked, Donnie took the towel to his sister’s hair and
started drying it off. It was simple enough, but still simple enough that
he was able to pull it off without many a problem. When he pulled the
towel all the way down to the end of his sister’s hair did he not only
realize how much he wanted the chocolate flesh in front of him. The soft
curve of his sister’s ass reminded him of the many that featured
prominently in his masturbation fantasies. However, he started to think
about it in a more ethereal sense, thinking about the subtlety and beauty
of it relative to his dull, accent free body.
“Turn around sis.”
The view he got quite literally took Donnie’s breath away. It’s not
that often that a 14 year gets this up close and personal to any
girl, let alone their with the incredible body. The face looked
much like his, after all, they were and sister. However, the
similarity ended as his eyes drifted downward. The soft, round and wide
shoulders framed what could be very well described as perfect boobs. What
many people paid thousands of dollars for to mixed results was staring
Donnie in the eye, yet there were not a product of a surgeon’s scalpel.
Big, perfect and round Shari’s were, with huge chocolate nipples
that covered half of the surface of the mammary flesh. The nipples, while
soft, were pretty nonetheless, perfect for the sucking. Being young,
Shari’s belly retained some baby fat that gave it a certain softness. What
finished off this great vision was the sight of his sister’s pussy, shaved
into the shape of a small heart.
“EARTH TO DONNIE!!! HELLO!!!”
“OK, OK. I just had something on my mind.”
“Well, I need to be feeling something on my body…namely a towel!”
“OK, gotcha,” Donnie replied. Forgetting that he had the towel in his
hands, he reached for the towel with a hand, then saw it in the same hand.
He reached up and patted dry the beaded water on his sister’s shoulders.
Then, with both hands, he grasped the towel and started drying off his
sister’s breasts. The more correct term would be massaging, since he
seemed to be rubbing his hands in slow circles, trying not to forget a
single contour of his sister’s body. Soon, he pinched his sister’s
hardening nipples through the towel, being more blatant in his sexual
intentions. With the gasp escaping his sister’s lips, Donnie completed his
so-called drying of his sister’s huge titties. Calming himself doing, he
managed to do only a perfunctory drying of his sister’s belly. He then got
down on his knees to dry off his sister’s feet. Donnie rubbed his sister’s
feet tenderly, thinking about how those cute little toes would fit in her
mouth. Then, he moved the towel slowly up his sister’s body, enjoying the
steel of her muscle tone in the silk of Shari’s skin.
“Hmm…I think he likes this,” Sharilynn thought to herself. “I know
exactly what to do now,” she continued to think, concocting a plot to their
mutual enjoyment.
Meanwhile, as she was thinking, she was distracted by the rough terry
cloth against the soft skin on her inner thigh just about her knee. Like
before, her started to abandon all pretense of drying her off and
started rubbing one leg, then the other with her towel. Curious of what
lie in between her legs, her started rubbing up her inner thigh,
feeling the silkyness of her inner thigh. Shari spread her legs slightly,
enticing her to go further. Donnie complied rather easily, moving
his hand within mere inches of her inner thigh. Her began to rub
her harder, trying to dry off what he thought was excess moisture from near
the juncture of her legs. Finally though, her decided to dry off
what he thought was an unusually wet pussy. Shari gasped and began to
shake at her brother’s attention, enjoying the rough sensation of terry
cloth against her shaven flower.
“Donnie, stop! You don’t have to do that,” Shari gasped out.
“Sorry, Shari. It just seemed like your, er, private parts seemed very
wet, and I had to dry them,” Donnie apologized.
“Look, let’s take this to my room. I know what you were doing. Don’t
worry though, Donnie. Like most guys, you don’t hardly know what’s going
on. When I get wet like that, that means you were turning me on, and
believe me, you ARE!”
“You mean like when I get a hard on or something?”
“Yeah, Donnie,” Shari shot back. “Let’s go.”
With that, Shari walked out of the bathroom naked as a jaybird, with her
brother stumbling to his feet following her. Donnie got to the door fast
enough to see his walk over to the bed and plop down on her
bedspread, laying on her side.
“Come on in, bro. Take off your shirt,” Shari told her brother. Donnie
quickly took off his shirt, tossed it on the floor carelessly and hopped on
the bed facing his sister.
“Donnie, my bro, I’m gonna show you what it takes to satisfy a woman,
then I’ll take care of you,” Shari said while glancing at the bulge in his
brother’s shorts. She then gave her a peck on the forehead and
guided his hand down to her breasts. “Do what you were trying to do in the
bathroom,” asked Shari of her now-nervous sibling.
Donnie complied, tentatively at first, by rubbing around the firm,
pliant flesh. Then he lightly covered as much of the tit as he could with
his hand, trying to get a grasp of how big those dark chocolate mounds
were. He reached the other hand to the other and started lightly
grabbing and pushing his sister’s with his hands, feeling the
hardening nipples rub around on his palms. As they started to harden,
Donnie decided to look at the nipples for himself. It almost appeared that
someone painted a baby bottle’s nipple dark brown and stuck them on his
sister. Fully erect, the nipples were an inch long and as as one of
his fingers.
“:I gotta suck on those. They look very interesting,” Donnie whispered
out loud. He then stuck out his tongue to the tip of one of the nipples,
eliciting a gasp from his sister. Letting a smile creep into his face, he
licked around the nipple in the spiral to the base, then lapped at the
nipple from top to bottom. His sister, now moaning and cooing wildly,
pushed the back of head down, forcing the nipple to go into his mouth.
Donnie swirled his tongue around the nipple in his mouth, then gently on it. Shari, enjoying the familiar sensation of a boy’s mouth on
her nipples, grabbed on tight, locking her head in place. Her body
started softly humping against her involuntary, feeling lost in the
rapture. In response, her touched her leg, in part to feel what
she was suddenly doing down there.
“Damn, Donnie, where did you learn this?” Shari asked rhetorically, not
wanting her to stop on her nipple. “You’re incredible for
a first-timer,” she said before trailing off into a gentle coo. As she
said this, her caressed the outer part of her thigh, enjoying the
soft feel of the skin underneath his hand. Her then released her
nipple from his mouth, then started tonguing around the areola on her
breast. Shocked by the sensation, she dropped partially onto her back,
opening her legs in the process. She then felt her brother’s hand on her
inner thigh, exploratively feeling up the smooth flesh. Suddenly, she felt
his brother’s hand bump up against her rather clumisly.
“Hey bro! That’s sensitive flesh down there! You got to treat it
gently,” protested Shari as she was broken out of her rapture.
Donnie looked up at his and said, “Sorry sis.” He then looked
down and saw where his hand was. He was actually touching a for the
first time. The rest wasn’t as taut as he thought it would be. Rather, he
found it soft to the touch, feeling more like a fleshy fruit that anything
else. Then, he used his hand to explore his sister’s privates for the
first time. The first thing he noticed was how smooth it was down there.
He ran two of his fingers, one on each side of her slit, up and down,
enjoying the silkiness that he felt down there.
“Ooh, Donnie. Chill out with that. You’re driving me NUTS! Yes, I
shaved all of that bare. You’re gonna make me like that,” Shari said
in an increasingly breathy voice, enjoying her inexperienced brothers
ministrations. Her then continued feeling her hot, swelling pussy.
He then slipped a finger inside of her slit, feeling the soft, juicy flesh
inside. Her placed another finger in there and slid it up and
down, enjoying the succulent flesh softly grip his finger and lightly
bumping against her clit. Pushing deeper, her discovered her honey
hole by mistake, slipping into in on a pass on the way up and down. She
felt the fingers wiggle around inside of her, hitting her spots just right,
making her moan.
Donnie then looked down and realized what he was doing…penetrating his
sister. He then decided to start pumping in and out, just to see what it
felt like.
“Oh yeah Donn-nie, that feels g-good,” Shari moaned out, her eyes
rolling back in her head.
Donnie then noticed the little bit of flesh sticking out above his
sisters slit, looking like a really tiny cock, almost like a nipple. From
what he remembers reading, he figured that was his sister’s clit, so he
decided to flick at it with him thumb. Seeing his get a more and
more vacant look in her eyes, he figured that he would see what would
happen if he pumped harder and flicked at his sister’s button more. “Maybe
I’d see that delicious body buck its way into an orgasm,” he though to
himself. So he pumped his faster and flicked at her clit some more.
Soon, he felt his start humping herself onto his hand, her heaving in rhythm with her body.
“Oh Oh Oh G-god!!! I’m cuh-cuh-cuh-cumming!”
With that, Shari plunged over the edge, exploding into orgasm. Her
brother pumped faster inside of her, trying to keep his fingers inside of
her. For a moment, she passed out, seeing nothing but stars in her eyes.
As she slowly came down, she realized that she was laying down on a
bedspread. With the strong, vague sense of pleasure fogging her mind, her
senses slowly came back. She saw someone she assumed was her laying sideways next to her, with her in front of her and a white
ceiling above her. Then she felt the fingers inside of her slowly pull out
and a finger remove itself from her clit. She felt herself shaking from
the orgasm next, feeling her hips bucking up involuntarily. Finally, she
heard her say “man, seeing a come in front of me is so sexy.
Wow! I need to do this more often.”
“Gee, Donnie. Thanks,” Shari breathed out, finally fully coming to
after cumming. “And since you liked me cumming so much, let me give you my
gratitude…”
Shari then tried to suck on her brother’s neck. However, her pushed her head down onto his chest. When he felt his kiss on his
chest, he started to shiver a bit, enjoying the feel of a woman’s skin on
him. Holding onto her head, Donnie laid a peck on top of her sister’s
head, trying to do with her what she did with him. He then gasped as he
felt his licked over to his armpit, surprised at how sensitive that
felt. As he felt his slowly lick across his chest to the other
side, he felt his reach into his shorts and grab onto his semi-erect
cock. It started to harden at the touch of his sister, swelling to its
full seven inches. While he held his to his other armpit, Donnie
felt his sister’s hand start to stroke his hard dick, her thumb grinding
against his tip when her hand reached it.
“Oh, yeah…that feels incredible,” Donnie said to his sister, gasping for
air as he held his to his armpit, enjoying his sister’s tonguing.
He laid back and enjoyed the touch of a woman for the first time. Wishing
his chest was as sexually sensitive as his siblings, he held to his tight as her hand sped up on his hard cock. It started to twitch, feeling
like a gun cocked to go off. Knowing the telltale twitching of her
brother’s dick from the sexual experience she had, she started pumping her
brother hard and fast, letting him get the release she needed. Shari felt
the muscle in her brother’s arm, as well as the rest of his body, begin to
tighten up, and slipped the other hand down to pull down his shorts enough
that his dick was completely out of them.
“I’m…gonna…cum!” Donnie grunted out just before his release.
Hearing him say this, Shari shortened up his stroke, concentrating on
the tip. Soon after, Donnie made an unintelligble grunt and started to
shoot out his cream. Shari jumped as his warm cream landed on her breast.
She let go of the spurting penis to reach a finger down to her breast, rub
it in slightly, then took the rest of it on her finger to her lips to lick
it off.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, that feels good,” Donnie breathed out, enjoying his
own orgasm and feeling the rest of his shoot on his stomach and drip
down his dick to his pubic hair. Donnie let his body cool off, then gave
his a peck on the nose.
“Thanks a lot sis.”
“Pleasure to be of service, Donnie,” Sharilynn replied with a smile.
“That felt nice there. I really liked it when you were licking my chest
while you were jerking me off.”
“Which leads me to one question…Why did you hold me there? Not too many
guys are into that.”
“Well, I saw you enjoyed having your being touched and massaged
and licked and sucked, and I’d thought it would feel the same on me.”
“You’d like that? That’s weird.”
“Yeah. I really like your body. I’m not like one of those drag queens
or anything, but I really like your body. It seems so sexy.”
“I don’t think I follow.”
“I mean your hips, your breasts, your stomach, your skin, all that feels
so nice. Don’t get me wrong. I really like what’s between my legs. But
overall, I think I got gipped.”
Sharilynn got up off the bed, then walked over to the dresser on the
wall closest to the end of the bed. “You really think so, eh?” Shari asked
while opening up her compact of birth control pills.
“Yeah, but I still like doing guy things, you know? It’s kinda hard to
run with the down at the park with that kind of body.”
Pulling out the scheduled pill for the day, Sharilynn handed Donnie the
pill and said “Here. Take this.”
“Why do you want me to take this?” Donnie asked.
“You want my body, right? Taking these will help you out.”
“How so?”
“These things have estrogen and stuff. It’ll get you there. And don’t
worry about the pills. I’ll give you all of mine, and I’ll use condoms
instead to keep from getting pregnant."”
“All right sis, if you say so…,” Donnie replied. Then he popped the
pill in his mouth and swallowed. He figured that in a sense, this was the
beginning of the end, but the end of what was the question.
***************
“Donnie! What’s wrong? You’ve been spaced out all dinner,” Linda
asked, bringing Marilyn out of his reverie.
“Sorry Ma. I was just thinking about something.”
“Sometimes, I wonder about you boy. Now go do the dishes. It’s your
turn.”
“No prob, ma,” Marilyn replied, taking up the cups off the table and
walking over to the sink to start washing the dishes. “That was some
nostalgia trip,” she thought to herself. She jumped slightly when some of
the water from the tub in the sink splashed up and hit her nipple through
the shirt. “Let me dump out this water and get started on these dumb
dishes…”
So another action packed episode of Marilyn concludes. What’s the deal
with the birth control pills? When will the author put in some continuity
between the original and the prequel? What will Donnie do as he
blossoms into Marilyn? That much and more soon, same Marilyn time, same
Marilyn channel. Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah- nah-MARILYN!
Oh, and please send along some comments. ?
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