”“You’ll be Karen now. Easy to remember, yes?”“Yes,” said Karissa.“The last names’ a bit harder. Zakarian.”“Zakarian,” Karissa r...epeated.“I’ll show you the spelling.”“Who is this Karen Zakarian?”“Someone who would have been about your age if she lived. How old are you?”“Fifteen.”“A couple years older then.”“Is this for a birth certificate?”“And other things. You were born in Houston. Same day and month it turns out, so that will be easy. And you’ll have a social security number. And a Utah ID.. .. I do mean," she said winking at me, and then giggling. "And believe it or not Debra, it's pretty fucking hot too. Though so's going down on another woman as I've now come to enjoy doing so very much!"As I said, when we were young, there was very little we didn't share or discuss with one another. I had taught her what it meant to masturbate, she had told me what it was like to lose ones virginity when she did, a year before I did even being the oldest. And we had once even explored a few. Except it wouldn't go away.I kept thinking back to 'The Experiment'.That was chocolate.That was sex.Boy was that sex - oh yes and it was hot.That's one of the problems about chocolate - as if you need me to tell you - it gets hot, it melts - oh and it gets messy - very, very messy.What was that quote of Woody Allen's - 'if it ain't messy you ain't doin' it right.'Yeah or some such thing - whatever!Let me tell you about it.Sam had read about it somewhere, some stupid article in a women's. I settled into a big over stuffed chair, swinging one of my legs over the side so my pussy was exposed and I could get a nice breeze from the air conditioner. I leaned back into the chair and started to read. Even though I had read the book before, the scene in the book still turned me on. With one hand holding the book, I took the other hand and started to pinch my nipples one by one till they were both swollen and very hard and throbbing. I slowly started to move my hand onto my pussy, I.