Please feel free to write your own endings to my beginnings. And Iapologize for not continuing all of my stories, I will, eventually.Thanx and Ganx, C...atherineNow, on to the story...Mistaken Identity Part OneI was pleased with the new house, and was glad to finally be rid of the9 to 5 job I had been forced to hold down before my latest novel sold.Now, with my wife, I moved into the new place, in a new city, I couldconcentrate on my writing.She was starting her new job on Monday, and I was set up. And then it was too much for me and I closed my eyes, my brain overwhelmed and my body exhausted. My last thought, was toward Angela, Emily and Kayla that I was alright. Somehow I knew Cathy already knew this.I woke in a quiet room, and like every other hospital room in the country it was 72 degrees and the overhead fluorescent lights were shining brightly. The smell of antiseptic and death lingered in the air, the reminder that I was far from the first, and certainly not the last person who. "The detective held her tightly as she wept."It's all right, honey. Let it all out." Why all the hate?!" Gradually, she ran out of steam. The detectivekissed her on the head."You'll be all right, now, Tina. You've got what it takes. You do; I'venever seen anyone, male or female, with the onions you've got."#By third period, she had recovered her equilibrium and returned toclass, but Ms. Gunderson kept dropping by to keep tabs on her. Shealways disguised it as little problems with the paper, but. As inch after inch invaded my ass I began to feel very full and my stomach began to cramp, the pain had gone from sharp to a dull cramping pain; I felt like I needed to take a dump and wanted to tell him but was having trouble forming words. He pulled back a couple of inches then pressed back again, the cramping was decreasing and a warm pleasure was beginning. I groaned both in pain and pleasure, I was rushing through feelings that were alien to me, yet so pleasurable that stopping was not an.