To Top It Off (standard:Inspirational stories, 1199 words)
Author: cheto	Added: Jun 14 2006	Views/Reads: 3330/2297	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
There are no words to describe my surprise

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isn't it? Just tell me. I am not here to upset you.” 

“O-oh no, no, it is OK. You remind me of some...” 

“I know! I saw the pictures of your wife and she looks just like my lost
sister! When my Mom died, we were given out to different families. We 
never were allowed to communicate. Why? I do not know. Perhaps they 
thought we would run away. I know my brother was killed in the war. He 
lived near to me and we talked a lot. I miss him. He was the last with 
our family name. Our name was Murdock. Did your wife tell you her 
original name? She was hardly two when we separated. She perhaps didn't 
remember.” 

“Isn't that amazing? The family that raised her kept her things from her
Mom and they are in the little lock box on the dresser. The key is in 
the drawer. Let's go see.” 

It was a real race to the bedroom. Gerry didn't try to remain modest as
she tore on ahead of me and I had a very fine look at her charms from 
top to bottom. 

When the box was opened, it proved to be that it really was her sister.
There were pictures of them all together, just the two girls, and 
another just the children. Gerry was so happy that she threw her arms 
around me tightly and kissed me with as much passion as she could 
develop. I have never been so happy in my life except when her sister 
said she would marry me and we were married. 

Who would have thought that I would have found her on that dark rainy
night on a deserted pier in the middle of nowhere? The place is on my 
way home from work and as I passed the end of the street leading there, 
I saw the skirmish and decided to intervene. If I had not been working 
overtime to get caught up, it would not have happened either! At my 
regular quitting time, she was still near her original apartment. 

Her neighbor, on a promise to help, had brought her there to the
darkened pier to have his way with her. When she refused, he put her 
out with nothing but the clothes she wore. In the fight, her clothes 
were practically torn from her. She had been knocked down in the filth 
and muck of the street. She said she had been in fear of her life. 

When I fired my flare gun, the blast it made sent the hoodlums running.
She was somewhat reluctant even to talk with me. I introduced myself 
quite politely and she responded. The rest is now history. 

We married as soon as possible and I feel I am the luckiest man in the
world. I lost a really fabulously lovely wife to cancer and then about 
a year later got her right back in her sister. It is impossible to tell 
them apart. Neither one can have children, so we are going to adopt a 
couple older children – ones that do not seem to fit in life. I know we 
can make a difference for them. 

We are different also. We are both hermaphrodites! 

Thanks for reading. Comments are welcome. Chet 1 

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