Theyhad a floral design. She told him they usually wore simple blackstockings but since he was doing the salon a favor he could wearthe fancier ones. ...Then she handed him a black camisole, which heput on. It was all stretch lace. Then came the blouse. It was sheerwhite with lace trimming the neckline and cuffs. Then came theblack pleated mini skirt. It was tight and he didn't need a beltbut Sue put the black patent leather belt on him anyway. Then she handed him a woman's watch to replace his. .." he said.Behind him, he heard Amy's intake of a breath of surprise.Amy walked behind Ken and saw the name on the door and her memories flash back to the day she was made into an interface."My God, I wonder what happened to him."Turning, Ken looked at Amy, and asked, "Who was he Amy?" Ken, he was the man responsible for the AI/Interface capsules, the specter gowns, nannite jelly, he made us all. He cannot be alive." She shivered at thinking he died down her all alone, and never buried. "Ken. She knew this was his moment, his performance and he wanted her lust heightened to extremes, but well-bridled in his soft, firm hand. Then , after what seemed like hours, but was more accurately only a few minutes, he slowly inserted that softly round protuberance a small distance, too small she thought…and allowed her muscles to expand and contract around it, but again holding it quite still. She had now dropped the glasses from her eyes and was clutching then in both hands as she rested them. Her breasts were compacted into a tight white restaurant serving dress, but hinted that her cup size was now at least a size or two larger, quite appropriate for a still lovely mature woman. The face looked tired and worn out nearly to the bone, but the eyes ... the eyes were still an electric blue that stabbed me all the way across the foot court. Beyond all doubt, this was my Candice — the girl, now a woman, that I had once loved and pined for.Sometimes history repeats itself in oddly.