A Married Marilyn

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BEEP! BEEP!

"Alright, alright, I'm coming."

Marilyn put on her navy blue Yankee cap, checked for her keys and wallet, then picked up her garment bag and suitcase and walked out the door. When she got to the porch, she looked down to see a cream colored Acura with new rims and, based on the bass from the car stereo, a new, expensive stereo. She scanned the faces in the car and was in awe. Three model-pretty women, two in the back seat and one at the wheel, were sitting in the car, looking much like the babes they put in car posters. The two women in the back seat were White and Asian, respectively, and the driver had to be the most beautiful woman he'd ever set eyes on. Her golden brown complexion radiated off her pretty face, and her long auburn hair seemed a perfect compliment to the body barely hidden by the t-shirt and denim skirt she was wearing.

"Did I die and go to heaven?" Marilyn said to herself as she reached up to pinch herself with her slightly long nails. She gaped in awe at what was in front of her.

"C'mon! Let's go!" the driver shouted as she popped the trunk for Marilyn. "Stop staring!"

"Typical male," the white girl commented to her friends as Marilyn came down to the steps and deposited her belongings in the car.

"Yeah, but how many guys look that beautiful," the Asian girl remarked. "I know why Shari said he didn't hang around other people like him, um, herself. They'd probably try to kill herself," she finished with a chuckle as Marilyn let herself in.

"Hi! I'm Diana," the driver said, introducing herself. "The girl behind me is Heather, and the Asian girl back there is Carla."

"Thanks, Diana," Marilyn answered, offering her hand. "I'm Marilyn." With that, Diana put the car into gear and pulled off, heading for the New Jersey Turnpike.

"Cool. Damn, I know that your sister said you were transsexual, but I didn't think you'd look this good."