Nancy gently lifted her chin until Angela had no choice but to look at her. “So are you, Angela. Beautiful. I could trace pictures with your freckle....” Nancy held her eyes for a moment and then Alice saw the beaming smile that erupted on Angela’s face. This time her sobs broke free and Nancy pulled her to her and held her.“Shh. It's alright. You’re coming home with me. We need to fix you.”Gabrielle looked shocked. “Nancy? That is not necessary. We take care of all our women, you know. It was kind of erotic, but Roger was still scared. Were they going to let him go? What was going to happen when they finished their little game? He tried not to think about it. Roger glanced around the room and could see his sliced up clothes piled on the floor. The bedroom was not one he recognized; it looked like a master bedroom, a picture of a man and woman getting married sat on the chest of drawers. The blankets beneath him were a deep royal blue and went nicely with the light blue color. Simple, really," I concluded while trying not to fall into that same trap."You're right, it does sound simple," Jennifer echoed. "And it'll work better for me because I'm....me?" she sadly didn't forget. "I'm not playing me in the movie, you know." No, but you'll still look like you, and that'll be plenty convincing," I stupidly let myself say out loud.I didn't technically come on to her or say anything crude, so I hoped I wasn't making her uncomfortable. Me, on the other hand....but at least. I was not disappointed, for there you were... your words sending floods of tingling heat through me. I smiled at your command and went immediately back to bed... Since my earliest days, I have had the ability to place myself where I wish to be. If I were ill, I would close me eyes and imagine more pleasant sensations, like lying on the beach and listening to the waves crash on the shore. When my husband was suffering with the worst of his cancer and even the morphine wasn't helping much, I.