Sean Stevens came over to Elizabeth's cubicle at work and popped his head in.

"Hey," he said softly and Elizabeth turned to look at him and was startled to see his handsome face.

"How's it going?" he said. "Recover from that party?"

"Ummmm..." Elizabeth didn't know what to say. She was too busy falling into the abyss of his deep brown eyes. "I...."

"I'm sorry you had to leave so quickly. Did you not feel well?"

"Uh...no. That's it. I didn't feel well. Too much to drink. Not used to it."

"That's because you're not used to partying with us old-hands. We go out often, the bunch of us. We have a great time. I wish you could join us."

"It's...probably better if I don't...."

"Why?"

"The accident..." But how much could Elizabeth say?

And Elizabeth was mute just looking at Sean's well-styled mop of long chestnut brown hair and crisp shirt and tie...and his obviously excellent build underneath it. Elizabeth was almost vibrating with desire and wondered if her elastic body was already acting up on her.

Sean could see the troubled look on her face and reined himself in.

"It's okay," said Sean softly. "I won't pry." And he pulled out a business card and handed it to her. "If you need to talk, call me." And he put his hand over Elizabeth's. "I hope you will."

And Sean left.

Elizabeth was shaking and breathing hard. She really liked him. He was a dream guy. And he seemed to like her. But what would happen even if she did get together with him? How would he react if he found out she was really an elastic freak?

And Elizabeth pulled out a Kleenex and wiped away the welling tears and forced herself back to work.

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For two nights Elizabeth watched sitcoms on TV and felt like hell. She couldn't help thinking about Sean and fantasizing about what she could do with him sexually with her rubber body. She cried both nights and finally made up her mind. She couldn't be a recluse all her life.

She called Sean's number hoping in the back of her mind that he wouldn't be home. Then at least she could say she tried.

"Hello?" said a soft masculine voice over the phone.

"Uhhh...hello?" said Elizabeth.

"Who is this?"

"Sean...it's Elizabeth."

"Oh hi! How's it going?"

"Uhhh...I was wondering...if we could get together. But not in a party setting. Just...the two of us."

"Sure, that sounds great. I know a café down on 42nd and Main."

"Maybe just to pick up a drink. I really would only like to be together...with you. No one else around."

Pause.

"Well, if that's the only way it can be, sure," Sean said. "It's still pretty early. Can I pick you up in about an hour? We'll drive to the café, pick up the drinks and we'll go to Central Park."

"Okay." And she gave him her address. And they hung up.

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Sean arrived in a pastel red and green nylon Nike track suit while Elizabeth was in a pink sweater and jeans. She got in Sean's Porsche and he pulled into traffic with ease. Elizabeth loved the plush interior of the car and had never been in one like it before.

"Oh, Sean, your car is beautiful."

"Thanks. I'll park it in one of the mall lots near Central Park."

"Okay."

Sean drove to the café and picked up two cappucinos and returned to the car. Placed both in the cup holders in the dashboard then revved off towards Central Park.

It didn't take long to park the car in one of the lots and they proceeded to walk into the park with their drinks. The sun was just setting and quite a number of people were still walking about.

Sipping their coffees, they walked and Sean took Elizabeth's hand and smiled at her. She smiled back shyly.

They didn't say anything and just enjoyed each other's company for a while.

As the sun set, the number of people thinned out, but Sean and Elizabeth were totally absorbed in each other and forgot about the time.

A scruffy-looking man stepped out from behind a tree and said, "All right. Your money." Pulled out a knife.

Sean also pulled out a knife, prepared for just such an emergency.

"I should let you know I'm prepared to use this too," said Sean.

But Elizabeth was building with rage at the threat to Sean and just stared at the eyes of the robber and before she knew it, had made a fist and hurled an elastic arm right at those eyes and knocked the robber out cold.

Her arm retracted and she gasped and jerked to Sean, her mouth open in shock.

"No....." she said, and tears welled in her eyes. "No. You shouldn't have seen that!"

And she put both hands to her mouth and began to cry bitterly.

Sean picked up the knife of the robber then put both knives away in his track suit pocket. Then he approached and slowly held the weeping Elizabeth.

"I'm a freak, Sean!!! I've become a freak!!!" cried Elizabeth.

"The accident...." whispered Sean.

And Elizabeth nodded. And cried against Sean's chest.

He helped her back towards the car once more.

By the time they reached the car, Elizabeth had stopped crying but looked very sad. And she wouldn't look at Sean.

When they were in the car, Sean said, "How?"

"I don't know, Sean! I don't know! And I'm afraid I'll be taken to a hospital and tested by the CIA as a security threat to the nation!"

And Elizabeth began snuffling again but Sean only held her close.

"It's okay, Elizabeth. Nothing will happen to you. Does it hurt to do that?"

Elizabeth only shook her head no. "No. And it's not just my arms. It's everything. It's...kind of fun in some ways, but...oh God, I wish it never happened..." And Elizabeth cried again on Sean's chest.

And Sean understood now why Elizabeth had been so reluctant to socialize with other people. She was afraid.

"It's all right, baby. It's all right. C'mon, I'll take you home."

And Elizabeth controlled herself enough for Sean to drive.

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Back at Elizabeth's apartment building, Sean parked on a side street, put his Club on the steering wheel and another on one of the tires and helped Elizabeth inside.

Inside her apartment, she said, "I'm sorry you were threatened tonight. And I'm sorry you found out about my horrible secret. I...didn't want you to know. I...just wanted to be with you." And she felt tears rising despite herself.

"Think you might be able to spare a nightcap or do you want to call it a night?" said Sean.

He was holding her hand and she wanted him to come in.

She opened the door and gently pulled him inside. Closed the door.

"Have a seat on the couch," said Elizabeth softly.

Sean did.

"Something to drink?" she asked.

"Bud or Heinichen if you've got it. Or whatever you're having."

She pulled a Heinichen from the fridge and starting boiling water for tea. Came out to the sofa and sat down. Pulled her legs up on the couch.

"You were very brave tonight, Sean," said Elizabeth.

Sean sputtered. "I'm from Brooklyn. I've dealt with shitbags all my life. It's nothing."

"Still, you could have gotten HURT!" said Elizabeth and she came closer to Sean.

"Nah. It's nothing."

"I...I like that suit of yours. Very hip."

"What, this? I wear it to the gym. It's nothing. Oh, your hot water." They could hear the kettle begin to whistle.

Elizabeth returned to the kitchen and made herself some herbal tea. Returned to the living room, set the tea on a coaster on the coffe table and sat down on the couch.

"Now, what was I saying?" said Elizabeth.

"You were showing an intense fascination for this old track suit of mine." And Sean smiled.

"You...fill it...quite nicely."

"Thanks." Now it was Sean's turn to blush. But he uncapped his beer and took a long gulp.

He could see the strange mix of desire and self-loathing in Elizabeth and couldn't help but be moved.

"You can understand why I can't tell other people," said Elizabeth. "I mean...it's so...weird...."

"Well, unusual. But not weird. Because you're not weird. I think you're pretty."

She was looking at his knees in nylon. She always liked those kinds of suits but never thought she looked good in them herself. Boys always looked good in them.

Sean took her hand and just held it. Placed it on top of his knee.

She ran her hand over his nylon-covered leg and sighed. Looked at him in the face.

He approached her face and she was amazed to feel his soft lips touch hers.

As they kissed, Elizabeth felt her arms wrap around his nylon-covered shoulders and relished the smoothness of the fabric and without even thinking, her arms stretched slowly around and around Sean's nylon-covered chest.

When she broke free, she gasped and saw her arms. Sean was surprised but not repulsed. He finally broke into a smile.

"Wow, baby. Look at you," whispered Sean looking at her elongated arms.

Elizabeth began retracting, but Sean's placed his free hands over her arms. "It's okay. It's okay."

Elizabeth could see he really wasn't repulsed and she broke into a tentative smile.

She stretched her hands up and touched Sean's face and caressed his long thick brown hair, her fingers stretching long and delicate. And she kissed his face, her lips stretching long and sensuous. Sean was wildly turned on.

"You're beautiful, baby. Beautiful," whispered Sean. And his manhood was straining to get free from his nylon pants.

Elizabeth unwound her arms and Sean was deliriously amazed watching the arms like controlled snakes undulate and retract to their normal length.

But Elizabeth pulled away and sighed.

"I'm a freak, Sean. I can't control myself. When emotions get in the way, I can't control myself."

"It's okay. It's only me here. No one else can see you."

She could see his straining pants and swallowed.

"If you want to stop, it's okay," said Sean softly.

Elizabeth got off the couch and gently pulled Sean to her bedroom.

Slowly she removed his nylon track suit. Gasped when she saw his rippling muscled arms and chest. Gasped again when she saw the length of his erection and for a moment wondered who had the elastic body: him or her.

"Now you," said Elizabeth. And she kicked off her shoes.

And Sean slowly pulled her pink sweater off and her jeans and panties. Eased himself slowly onto her bed.

Elizabeth laid down beside him. And held him close. And he held her close.

When they kissed, her arms stretched and felt him all over his chest.

She accepted his erection with ease right to the base and they began to become one.

Sean had never in his life felt what he was feeling, for her vagina was pulling and bending his penis no ordinary woman ever could. It was wild!

And Sean was "up" to the task.

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When they climaxed, they simply held each other close and didn't move. Neither had ever felt so fulfilled.

"How does it feel to make love to a freak?" said Elizabeth, grinning despite herself.

After a pause, Sean only said, "Freaky." Then, grinning himself, "I think I should do it more often. Would you like to become part of my exercise regimen? I need all the help I can get."

"Of course, Sean. I always try to help a man in need. But I didn't know your penis needed exercise."

"Baby, it's one muscle that needs exercise the MOST of all."

"Well then, take care. This is one piece of equipment that never wears out."

"Oh, baby, I HOPE not."

And they proceeded to make love again.

The Holy Insurgent of Uncertainty

c2001