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by C.C. Brandi “Hello, Candi,” the tall woman said. He looked up from his papers, surprised. No one usually spoke to him here, at the cafe, and particularly not attractive women. Pity I’m not who she thinks I am, he thought. It would be nice to be the subject of her attentions. But, as usual when it came to women, he was the wrong person at the wrong time. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I think you’re mistaken. My name’s Candon.” She rewarded him with a quick smile. “I know. Candon Phillips Smith. Ph.D. in World Literature. That’s your name. At least now it is. Candi doesn’t come until much later.” What? He stared at her for a moment. “Do I, uh, know you?” “Not yet. You will. I predict we will have a close business relationship.” Dear God, he thought. She’s nuts. Then he almost laughed. All this time, I’ve been waiting for a woman who’d actually come on to me, rather than the other way around. And when it finally happens, she’s crazy. Still...he looked at her a

by CC Cherri Bandi Note: This, too, is a gfd/rr story, but as is more usual for me, it is from the male focus. It is also set in the far future, which is also more common for me.             He never expected to end up as he became in his second, and far more pleasant life. He had never expected to wake up at all. He had been walking along the street on his way back to work from lunch one afternoon. It had been sunny and bright, quite pleasant, and he had been thinking about nothing in particular. For once in his life, he was even in something like a good mood. Oh, work was still incredibly boring. He still had student loans which it would take him decades to pay off. Maybe he’d die with them. At least, he thought, a little morbidly, he wouldn’t pass his debts on to his children. He didn’t have any, and there wasn’t much chance of him having any time soon. He was one of those men who women simply didn’t find particularly attractive. He was small, and nonathletic, and a lit