1. Jack and Jackie. Part 1: Escape
  2. Jack and Jackie. Part 2: Akash
  3. Jack and Jackie. Part 3: Home

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can i normally exist outdoors. “Pure formality,” he says, “will also air out at the same time.”

I wildly want to be free. I have never seen a forest, a field, I did not see the ocean ... Only in the cinema.

But for His sake I am ready to live here all my life.

***

I'm free.

With him.

But I do not know whether I am glad or not. I'm scared. Although, maybe everything will cost ...

I will describe in turn how everything was to not confuse anything.

In the morning we left there - me, Mr. Jenkins and some uncle who for some reason was traveling with us. Mr. Jenkins said that this is also a scientist who will observe our experiment. When we went to the car, I was blindfolded with a black bandage - Mr. Jenkins said that for the experiment, I need the purity of my impressions. Well, okay, even though I could just close my eyes, that's all.

And then the car stopped, I was untied - and I was silent at first, because I choked on it all and could not speak, and then squealed like a small fry, and ran THERE - to these amazing colors, to the blue sky and purple hills on the horizon - but Mr. Jenkins called me.

We stood by a large hill, resembling a wing of a motley butterfly - there were so many colors on it, bright and multi-colored, as if it had been sprinkled from a pulverizer. I have never seen anything like it. I wanted to immediately dive into them, like a bath, but Mr. Jenkins told me to strip naked.

“We need to check how solar radiation affects your hormones,” he said.

It was a little embarrassing for that uncle, but I convinced myself that he was a medical man, like Mr. Jenkins, and there was nothing to be ashamed of, and pulled everything off of me, even the shoes.

And it immediately became easy, as if I had taken off an extra twenty kilos with clothes. A light breeze wrapped my body, thighs chilled me, tickled my loose hair, and I squealed again like a fool.

Mr. Jenkins looked at me like that, that I suddenly saw myself in this gaze — naked, curly, with nipples protruding from the black spirals, and flowers around the sky ...

A burning wave swept over me. I wanted to rush around his neck, but shy of someone else's uncle and ran to the top of the hill, arms outstretched. It seemed to me that I would run down and take off, and I would soar over these flowers, dangling boobs, and my hair would fly and tickle the clouds ...

How amazing to be a girl!

“I'll follow her,” I heard Mr. Jenkins say behind me. - Wait here. Jackiei! ... Do not run! ..

He caught me on the other side of the hill. The car with the uncle was not visible, and I ran off to my beloved’s neck and got into his lips.

“Jackie,” he muttered, dodging. - Jackie ... Not now.

I was offended and got off him. And he looked around - and suddenly began to undress. He took off everything and turned to me with his sticking gun.

I gasped.

- What, right here? ..

He did not answer, but instead picked up some bundle in the grass, unwrapped it - it was folded oilcloth - and covered it with a bunch of his clothes.

Then he walked away and motioned me behind him.

To say that I was intrigued is to say nothing.

We walked a hundred feet from the top. There was some kind of hole at the foot of the hill - something like a ventilation shaft.

“Jackie,” he finally spoke, taking my hands. - We have little time. Listen to me carefully and do not interrupt. I am not who I pretend to be. The hospital where you lie is not a hospital at all. This is the secret FBI lab. And my name is not at all Jennings. My real name is Woodman, Agent Woodman. And my name is Tom. By the way, your name is not Jackie. At baptism they gave you the name Rebecca. But it doesn't matter now ...

I listened with my mouth open.

- I was cheating on you. We knew that Marvin Osman was conducting genetic experiments on humans. From the very beginning I had a task to steal you for study. We did not know then who you were and what these experiments were. The fact that you are a girl was a surprise to us. I stole your ampoule with the drug and gave it to the scientist.Maybe if you were a guy, my conscience would not have woken up. But you became a girlfriend, and ... I can't do that. I fell in love with you, Jackie, like a snotty kid, and I can no longer deceive you.

I felt dizzy, and I gripped tightly in his hand so as not to fall.

- Now you are in mortal danger. Our scientists have recreated the drug of your father, and the management requires that you reintroduce it. They want to make you boyfriend again, Jackie.

You and I can run. Here and now. Only here and only now. This is the entrance to the old mine. I know where the other entrance is, I know how to get to it. I prepared everything for escape. In our old clothes, and in yours and mine, bugs for wiretapping. And in your ward too. Even I can't find them all. Easier to leave them with clothes. Just in case, I covered it with a soundproof screen. At the entrance to the mine, I prepared a new clothes, shoes and everything you need. Now we go there, get dressed very quickly - and ... We have very little time - Smith can come here at any moment. Are you clear, Jackie? You agree? Just nod ...

I nodded, and we ran to the mine. Mr. Jenkins (or Woodman?) Pulled a bag out of the grass and took out some iron thing and a lantern. Then he introduced me to the mine, leaving the thing at the entrance. It smelled of cold and mold ...

“Quickly,” he hissed at me. - In two minutes it will blow.

We spanked barefoot on the concrete floor. Tom shone a lantern.

- Get down! He suddenly shouted. We fell right into the mud. I shrank, expecting an explosion, but it was only half a minute later, or so, and I almost checked in during that time, and everyone strove to get up — well, Tom was pressing me to the ground. And, when finally it exploded - it turned out to be not so scary as waiting, it just barely hit the ears, that's all.

“Now you can dress,” Tom got up and helped me get up. “They will think that this is a methane explosion and that we died in it.” Of course, they are not so easy to spend, but at least they will spend time searching for our bodies ... Ready? Forward! The faster the better...

We got out in about five minutes in a ravine. There was a forest around. I have never been to the forest and looked around with my mouth open, and Tom cursed and hurried me.

Soon we went to the road. There was a car there. Tom opened the door for me, got behind the wheel - and we drove ...

***

And here we are again spending the night in a motel, as on that first night when I was still Jack.

“We don't have a lot of chances,” Tom told me (probably, I will never get used to calling him that). - But, on the other hand, not so little. You, when you turned into Jackie, were much less likely to survive. I am a sparrow, but the FBI is not a kindergarten. Now the main thing - quickly get out of the country. I have one crazy plan. It is even strange to talk about this ... How do you feel about the Communists?

Honestly, I really did not know who they are.

- Well, that's good: less prejudice. You see, I'm thinking about asking for political asylum in the Soviet Union. Tell them the whole truth ... or almost all. I have never been a communist and do not like them, but this is the only place on the planet where it will be difficult to get us. And your security is more important than political convictions. What do you say?

I did not know what to say. And now I do not know.

He saved my life. And Jackie's girlfriend can't live without him. But he said “if you were a guy, my conscience would not wake up ...” And the guy Jack, who still lived in me, and who also idolized Mr. Jenkins, felt deceived.

What is there - he was mortally offended, this guy Jack.

And I did not know what to do with it.

Who will prevail? Jack or Jackie, who Tom just turned into a motel bed in a pool of sweet butter? ..

***

From the records of the Leninsky Registry Office of the city of Voronezh:

“On November 12, 1983, Woodman Thomas Garrievich and Osman Rebecca Marvinovna entered into legal marriage. The bride in marriage got the surname Woodman ... "

14 comments
  • March 18, 2017 23:17

    Man, mother of tv ... I punched a tear, honestly. This, damn it, the best of your work that I read. Here.Well, tell me, where does the plot come from? I tried it myself, I know how hard it is to think of something, and here it is also to order ...
    Respect, respect, brother! I love your gift!

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  • March 18, 2017 23:29

    Thank you) The plot is taken from Frank Baum's The Wizard of Oz.

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  • Dragonfly (a guest)
    March 19, 2017 2:16

    I was more reminded of Pedro Alladovar's film “The Skin in which I Live '” naturally distantly. Ah, the plot is not new at all. But, the plot lines just 36 it seems. So that repetitions are inevitable. As you understood by nature I am a skeptic and a fig critic. So, I don’t bother too much because of my writing. It seems you said that you still write under some pseudonym. So, I’m almost sure how. But I will not reveal your secret. And these snotty zepienda. I do not like. And, in general, and the brow Kohl read means hooked. Creative success to you.

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  • March 19, 2017 13:32

    "Skin" is a very, very different story)
    No, I have no more nicknames here. Once, 6-7 years ago, I wrote under different nicknames - it was interesting for me to compose "true stories" on behalf of different people. But it was a very long time and absolutely not true)
    And without happy ending depressively)

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  • March 19, 2017 8:10

    Again surprised)
    The story is very emotional - for me: I read and my heart ached from pain. At first I felt sorry for the guy, and then I cried right when I found out that Dad and Daughter worked.
    For me here is not erotic (although it is full), for me the moral aspect is more important. And in your stories he is always there. But here it sounds especially piercing.
    And really liked the end. Thank!

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  • March 19, 2017 13:33

    Thank you) Here the customer needs to be continued)

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  • March 20, 2017 7:02

    Well, if it requires ...) And it seems to me, the sale is not needed. Still clearly over. They got married) And if you write further, just how they were found. New round? If I were the author, I probably would not continue. Actually, it pulls into a full-fledged novel. On the topic and on the plot. But then this is not a story for PT.

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  • Dragonfly (a guest)
    March 19, 2017 19:25

    Man, I meant in real life, not in the vertical. Why I think you are a writer. Well, about the "skin" ... I'm just talking associations.

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  • Dragonfly (a guest)
    March 19, 2017 19:29

    Vertical (autochange)

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  • March 21, 2017 4:20

    Vertu word Vertu?)))
    And Almodovar)))

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  • Rose (a guest)
    March 20, 2017 11:11

    Is the customer asking to continue the series or this story? I would not continue this story ... And the series is wonderful !!

    I could not throw you the plot in a personal ...

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  • March 21, 2017 13:32

    Does not ask, but requires) Story)
    Open my profile on the forum and write there.
    https://eroticspace.info/forum/members/4787/

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  • March 21, 2017 4:18

    Professor Mayranovsky would let a tear)))

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  • Dragonfly (a guest)
    March 21, 2017 8:59

    And all the Jews with a professors grief cry too.

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