She tried screaming again, but the writhing mass in her mouth prevented it. The other tentacled structures began to carress parts of her body. Three w...re rubbing themselves onto her legs, covering them with sickly slime. One of the foul things had gone down the front of her blouse and was squirming in between her breasts. Two were pressing against the sensitive mound between her legs, massaging it through her panties. She tried to ignore the filthy things, but , to her disgust, she began to. The final answer would have towait until they could ask Shirley, but for now they agreed that itprobably had to do with height, Shirley had been tall. Height couldonly be varied by a couple of inches; while sex change was relativelyminor for the final spell. Most of the other changes could be coveredby phase two, the reconstruction phase, as well as age adjustment andhealth attunement. Shirley would be handling the changes from thespirit realm, but would have no direct knowledge or influence of. " She stopped, put her hands on her hips and shook her head. Her long dark hair, with its tints of auburn glistening in the mid-morning sun, swung flirtatiously. It was exactly the effect she was looking for. She looked earnestly towards the beach. "And over the next few weeks, my team will be hoping to find evidence of those legends." She strode purposefully out of the water and on to the scorching sand to join the small group of women assembled there.As she reached them, one of them, holding. She turned the open sign to ‘closed’ and looked out. The street was emptying. She left the door unlocked and began counting out the cash register, entering data into the computer. She looked at the clock: 7:05. She shrugged. All afternoon she had wondered, she had thought, she had imagined. In a brief quiet time around 2:30 she had found the wine and special wine glasses. ‘Bad luck to plan.’ She heard the word ‘luck’ in her mind…well it sounded like another word and that was in the back of her.