"Just likeimmortals are impossible?" She gave me a sad smile. "During my life, Ihave seen a great number of things I once thought impossible not onlyc...me to pass...but become commonplace." But," I looked down at myself, staring at my hands. They were a woman'shands I now realized."You look more and more like her with every minute," Marissa told me."You even look shorter... And whenever you heal an injury, it merelyspeeds up the process." How do I stop it?" I demanded. "How do I keep from. Our chatting continued for some days.One fine day she mailed me that her husband was going to a business trip to mumbai for a week.And she also informed me that she wanted to meet me at her place.She then gave me her number and address.she only arranged every thing to go to her place .On the day of her husband went to mumbai.she called me and told me to come.I went to the address she gave ,her house at chennai.It was a big building and there is no watchmen infront of house .I rang the bell a. There was no way that a man and awoman could make each other happy sexually compared to the volcanicpleasure that two women could bring to each other. But it was more thanthat - but he could not quite put his finger on what that extra was.Regardless, Jenny was home within the hour. They celebrated Tiffany'sraise like tigresses in heat.Jenny turned back to Jon early Thursday morning, before work, and thenturned back to Jenny after work on Friday. On Saturday morning, Tiffanyand Jenny lay naked. Then there was the ego. She was a trophy now, and she knew it. She just radiated, “I can get any man I want.”Notwithstanding the serious disrespect that showed me, the other wives hated her. Heather didn’t deign to noticeHeather’s sudden, dramatic trip off the rails was easy to understand. One moment she was an average American housewife. The next, she was an object of lust for a pack of alpha-males. The radical transition from homemaker to love goddess would skew anybody’s perception of.