I love the way he stares at me. He looks me up and down like he wants to devour me. I am swinging my hips seductively to the beat. Then, he smiles and...moves closer and puts one hand on the small of my back and snakes his other up underneath my skirt. Instinctively, I smack his hand away. His eyes turn dark and I immediately realize I have made a mistake. A big mistake.Sir grabs my hand and leads me quickly through the club towards the back patio. I have to think fast."Sir, I'm sorry. Let's. There is no way anything was going to happen, but I was not going to use my real name regardless."Who are you watching?" she asked regarding the games on TV. "Nobody in particular--just killing some time." "Are you a baseball fan" Sandy asked."Sure am. A huge Detroit fan." So am I" she responded, which wasn't surprising since we were in Ann Arbor, just a stone's throw away from the Motor City. "Do you go watch them much"?"We go about 4-5 times each summer" I responded.He coat was now open. She knew that she would not have been Bond’s first lover, but even now she was convinced that she was a remarkable enough, skilled enough lover that she would have been his last–after her, Bond would not have found any other woman quite measuring up! Maybe Bond knew that, and that is why he had never given in to Moneypenny’s many seduction attempts. Anyway, here she was, still MISS Moneypenny, not Mrs. James Bond. Moneypenny was glad, at least, that she could be there to help James Bond’s. Isaac took out the medallion and held it to the shirt.Isaac informed, "I am now going to turn into a copy of Danny. This willtake around fifteen minutes."The others were sitting completely still and just stared in disbeliefover what was going on. Isaac's body slowly began to mold into adifferent shape. His arms grew a little wider, losing some of theirstrong hair growth, his hair changed color from his brownish hair and tothe more golden tone that mine had. His face changed as well, his.